Evening star. [volume] (Washington, D.C.) 1854-1972, 1935-10-03
TO CURVE-BALL
STAR TO NIP CUBS
Chicago Club Crosses Its
Fingers Until 1t Gets by
Tommy's Turn.
BY EDWARD J. NEIL.
bI EUNHhU j. NEIL,
Associated Press Sports Writer.

them, the Detroit Tigers Of
Mickey Cochrane, and now
it's up to Tommy Bridges, one of the
finest curve ball pitchers in the
American League. to stop these i'm
pertinent Chicago Cubs if they're ever
to be stopped short of base balls world
championship.
Detroit listened to all those stories
of Charley Grimm's young upstairs, of
their 2l-game winning streak that
sailed away the National League
championship in the stretch of the
fire and dash, ease and nonchalance
of youth. But you can't expect peo-
pie who fought Dizzy Dean and his
st. Louis rough necks through seven
bitter games only a year ago to be
worried by a lot of youngsters, even
if the youngsters are good
But now the Tigers know, and
unless Bridges can do something to-
day against 36-year -old Charlie Root,
the oldest man on the Chicago ball
club. the 1885 world series will head
for its three-game session in Chi
cago Friday with the American
League champions hanging on the
ropes.
Tigers Look Ripe for Count.
THERE'S a terrific suspicion abroad
that they're ripe for long count
right now, but no one will come out
and say that definitely until Bridges,
who beat Dizzy Dean last Fall in
st. Louis, has had his fling.
Tommy may not get around to it
today because the weather man blow
ing alternately hot and cold, dry and
wet, for the past couple of weeks.
has turned weepy again. The skies
looked like the Tiger worshippers,
about to break into tears at any
moment. Showers through the night,
and more forecast today, LETT some
possibility of a postponement before
the battle shifts to Chicago. If that
happens the clubs will stay right here
until the second game has been
played.
With one fall to their credit. thanks
to the brilliant pitching OF long Lon
Warneke, now the undisputed hurl-
ing champion of Arkansas, the Cub
kids are on top and plan to stay there.
They knew Warneke, pitching bril-
liantly would shut out the Tigers
as he did, to 0, allowing but four
hits, Handwriting the sluggers who tore
the American pennant race apart.
| The Chicagoans have their fingers
crossed today, however.
Rowe's Control Good, Anyway.
THERE may be trepidation-if these
young, high and hard-riding base
ball cossacks know anything that APP
proaches concern-in the hearts of the
Cubs today. but the Tigers probably
never will know it from anything they
can see.
There's another awesome portent
for them on base balls wall. In the
five world series in which the Tigers
have played, they have never won the
first game. In four of them they did
not win the last game. either.
They lost yesterday before slightly
less than AZ 900 hackers who rate their
ball team higher than Boston does
the Cabots and the Lodges, and they
lost with their own Arkansas hero,
Lynwood (Schoolboy) Rowe, pitching
ball that might have been good
enough against any but a Warneke
at his best.
Rowe's control was perfect. He
famed eight. He made bad throw
for an error in between a first inning
double by Augie Galan, a sacrifice and
another single by Gabby Hartnett, the
balance wheel for this youthful crew.
1t meant two runs and the ball game,
although Frank Demaree slapped a
fast ball far up into the left-fleld seats
for the third run, just for good meas
ure, in the ninth.
Warneke Foils Omen.
THE Tigers might as we'll have stayed
home for all the impression they
made on Warneke. The lanky vet
eran, a big cud of tobacco bullying
one cheek. his face as expressionless
as Joe Louis and just as cold, calmly
put the crusher on them as thoroughly
as ever the colored fighter drilled his
| left hook home. Lonnie's speed ball
sang over the corners, his cracking
curve and screw ball dipped around
the edges.
The Tigers widely heralded G-Men
-Gehringer. Greenberg and Goslin-
looked like something the Department
of Justice had moved down with ma
chine guns in a theater alley.
Between them they hit just two
balls out of the infield, simple out
field flies. Greenberg and Goslin got
two of the four walks Warneke al
lowed, and they came together in the
fourth, when Lon was trying q bit
too hard to tear the corners.
Hartnett, looking like something
prehistoric in his catching pads,
waddled out to him and said:
| Listen, Lonnie, quit trying TO
shave EN- so thin, and just heave 1t
up here. They can't hit EN-, anyway"