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Chicago Examiner October 14, 1917
Score 6 Runs in 2 Rounds, Hose Lead in Series, 3 to 2
Rowland Uses Four Hurlers to Stop McGraw;
E. Collins, Felsch and Jackson Star Batters
By Charles Dryden.
IN THIS bughouse combat the Sox slipped up on Slim Sallee from behind and knocked him out by inches instead of in the third round, as predicted. Score, 8 to 5.
It mattered little to the Sox that the Giants had them 4 to 1 in five rounds. Local pitchers came and went, some of them in a great hurry, but the Sox hung on, waiting for Slim to dissolve. The South Siders whacked the portsider three times in the sixth for one marker, three more welts in the seventh counted three tallies and in the eighth Slim wondered if he were dreaming or in Chinatown during the new year celebration.
The bats of the Sox displaced him In that frame and Poll Perritt got “look in after stewing more than two and one-half hours in the bullpen. The two Collinses. Jackson and Felsch broke up the game and a tied score at the same time and had the finish cinched before Sallee was lifted. The Sox made fourteen hits all told.
FABER STOPS GlANTS.
Red Faber was the finisher and Ret Russell the starter. Reb finished before he got started. being replaced by Cicotte in the first before anybody was out or had tbought of being in that condition. The Sox abused Clcotte shamefully, kicking the pill hither and yon until the shine ball artist fain would have jumped in the lake. and would if the water hadn’t been so cold. A pinch hitter who made good put Cicotte out of it and Williams had his whirl in the seventh. Some bad luck attended Lefty, but he might have endured had not another pinch hitter arrived in the last of the seventh.
In the closing round Faber held the GIants at bay, and with the count at 6 to 5 in the last of the eighth, Sallee got what he had been waiting tor all afternoon.
R. Kauff and H. Zim opened as heroes and finished as also-rans when Faber lit all spraddled out on the slab. Red came back wben they needed him.
Exciting Plays and Situations During Wild and Woolly Fifth Combat That Gave White Sox the Edge Over Giants
At the left Eddie Collins is shown scoring the first Sox run in the third, coming in on Felsch’s double. Next Heine Zimmerman is shown scoring the second New York run in the first round. Robertson’s single to center brought him in. The arrows point to Zim and Robertson. In the little panel Herzog is shown caught at the plate in the first inning. Schalk is making the tag. Herzog tried to score from third when Zim hit to Weaver. At the right Holke is shown stretched out on the ground after a foul tip struck him on the head in the seventh inning. The arrow points to Holke.
BLEACHERS MOST POPULAR.
A breeze from the cold-storage plant at Medicine Hat welcomed the fans. whose fervor had subsided somewhat. and the works were slower filling up. The sun shone its best at this time of year and the fortunate ones in seats shielded from the wind endured the strain of getting their money’s worth. With a little commercial fertilizer added, the left·field bleacher could have got by as cold frame for giving tomato plants a start against the Spring vegetable field. With his back to the breeze and the sun hitting it full on the face. this bleacher section was the only real spot worth while.
1n this district, thawing out were the blokes who immortalized themselves standing in line all night with the mercury at freezing. In the shady stands wealthy baseball addicts shivered in leather coats and fur regalla and still were not happy. Many gaps showed in the Dean department in the pavilion back of the plate. The pace has been swift for the younger set, too swift to last out the race. No end of fun was poked at B. Kauff for surrounding himself with a dozen suits of clothes for the series. He can point with vituous scorn at some of his critics, some of whom have not shed their single suit night or day for almost a week.
Down In the “Bard” room where it Is warm. cozy, comfortable and damp at the same time. Garry Herrmann tossed the coin and Owner Hemlich of the Giants callled the turn. The seventh game. if necessary, will be played at the Polo Grounds, giving the Giants the advantage of belng on the home lot.
ROWLAND YANKS RUSSELL.
The stout index finger of Manager Rowland yanked Lefty Russell from the pitching slab before the first round had advanced very far. Burns drew a walk, Herzog- singled to right center and Burns went to third under his own steam. Kauff. the hItter of home runs, dropped a two bagger at the front of the right fleld bleacher. Burns tallied and Herzog halted at third.
Russell sought a warm spot, far rom the horrible scene and Cicotte moved from the bull pen to the ? Rowland had the shine ball pitcher on the iron and Cicotte was thoroughly let up for an emergency. This was it, all right. There was one run in, men on second and third and none out. Cicotte pitched to Zim. He bumped to Weaver and Herzog had the bee put on him at the plate. Kauff moved up to third, to be fed into Schalk’s hopper when Fletcher knocked an easy bounder to McMullin.
Two runs killed off at the rubber enthused the Sox for a second, but Davey Robertson had to go and banish this cheerful sensation with a long single to center. Zim counted and Robertson took second on the throw. Cicotte heaved Holke out. Slim Sallee displayed a lively interest in the bull pen in the last of the first. Shano Collins popped to him, but McMullin waited for and got a pass. Ed Collins blazed a single to center and Sallee glanced over his left shoulder at the bulL pen. There wasn’t much to be seen, only Poll Perritt winding the kinks out of his arm.
General Jackson skied to left and Sallee thought he was in right until Fletcher booted a rap from Felsch. This filled the bases, and the Sox hoped Slim would fall apart under the ordeal. Chick Gandil saved him. He poked up a little fly to Holke and the crisis oozed by for the moment.
BURNS STRIKES OUT.
Bill Rariden hit to center for one base in the second. Sallee’s bunt to Gandil forced Bill at second and Burns came through with a navy yard home run. Bumsy swung at the third one and went back to his plaid horse blanket in the dugout. Weaver kicked Herzog’s grounder out of all semolance to a grounder and the hitter reached first. Author Collins pegged Kauff out. That swell little dresser missed the southpaw stuff Russell gave him in the opener. While Sallee was pitching to the Sox in the second, Poll Perritt drew on his sweater in the bull pen. It must have been a job getting up to the requisite degree of heat. Weaver and Schalk were soft for Fletcher by the grounder route. Slim wabbled and eased a pass to Cicotte, thinking he could use one about that time. Shano Collins fouled to Rariden.
The great Zim’s myriad friends booed him in the third. Heine hoisted
a graceful gazelle of a fly to right center. Felsch, Shano Collins and Author Collins held a mass meeting in that vicinity and the pill fell at their feet. They are the fellows who should have been booed. Anyhow, Zim got one of his seldom hits. Cicotte trapped him off the bag and he got back again when Weaver missed Gandil’s relay to second. Heine was headed back toward first at the time and missed the opportunity to advance. Fletcher lined one to McMullin and Zim being on his way was doubled off first base. He is having a cheesy time in this series. Dave Robertson scratched a hit Cicotte knocked down. Dave started to steal as Holke fanned and Schalk’s peg was allowed to pass on to thc outfield. Dave also passed on to where he was going and would have scored with three men out if Hans Lobert had not flagged him at third base. Mr. Robertson is an enthusiastic athlete.
It’s a wonder he doesn’t write for the papers during the series.
FELSCH DRIVES IN RUN.
One gone in the Sox third, Ed Collins walked. Jack«on made the second out, and Hap Felsch made a two-bagger to left on which Ed Collins tallied. Gandil skied to center. In the fourth Bill Rariden repeated his history of the second. He hammered out a clean hit, and Sallee bunted to Gandil this time for a sacrifice instead of forcing Bill. As soon as possible Burns rammed a single to right, and when Shano Collins fumbled the hall Burns went to second, Rariden had scored on the hit to offset the first tally the Sox had copped in twenty-five innings. Herzog hit to Weaver and the shortstop pawed it. Kauff bagged a hopper at Gandil. He juggled it and threw badly to Cicotte on the bag. Burns scored and Herzog galloped to third. Two runs in, one out and men at first and third. In this sad spot Zim rushed to the rescue of the Sox. He bumped to McMullin and a double-play ended the round.
With two Sox down in the last of the fourth, Cicotte flied to left. No doubt he felt like flying to that bourne from whence no shine ball pitcher returns, particularly after the way the Giants treated him in the first half of the inning. Fletch skied to left in the fifth and Robertson singled. Holke popped to short. Robertson stole second. Cicotte clipped Rariden a pass on the safety first theory. Bill already had two blows and was thirsting for more. The pass brought Slim Sallee to the target, and the shine ball dazzled him into a strike out. Inside stuff, all right.
KAUFF MAKES SINGLE.
Shano Collins contributed the first Sox strikeout in the fifth. Up to that moment Slim had made a specialty of parses. Shano finished his turn with a frantic swing at a slow floater and you could almost hear the hinges creak in Shano’s spine. Kauff made a fast cross country run for McMullin’s smash. Ed Collins singled over short. Jackson planted a line drive | against Slim’s stomach. The pill rebounded as from a wind pad and the general claimed and got a hit, while Slim was peering in an opposite direction for the shell that exploded among his vitals. When the noise abated Hap Felsh gave Sallee an easier one and Slim pegged him out. The play at first was close, and the fact that Hap arrived on his tonneau did not impress Bill Klem. Athletes often slide with no other object than to fool tho umpire.
Besides the fifteen suits in the trunk, B. Kauff also has some batting clothes. After two deceased in the sixth, the J. Ham Lewis of the diamond knocked a single to left and stole second. Having nothing
personal against the great Zim, the crowd booed him heartily. He took two strikes and would have smashed a hit but for the pernicious activity of E. Collins. He headed off the pill down near second and pushed it to first in front of the runner. Everybody has it in for Heine.
With Gandil disposed of in the sixth. Weaver hit safely to left. Schalk drove a sizzler past Herzog and Weaver reached third. Fletcher joggled Weaver en route. Rowland and Gleason interviewed the umpire and found he had nothing to say in their favor. Swede Risberg and his boil hatted for Cicotte and the combination produced a hit to right that sent Weaver home. Rowland wanted Risberg to join with Weaver in a squeeze play. The pinch hitter demurred, thinking they referred to his boil, which is big enough to do pinch duty for the owner’s cap. Anyhow, the hit answered the purpose. The Sox scored. J. Collins grounded to Holke and Herzog pegged McMullin out.
SOX TIE IN SEVENTH.
Lefty (Claude) Williams inherited Cicotte’s job in the seventh, with
Fletcher up. The hitter bounded a two-bagger against the bleachers in left. Robertson bunted a pop fly to Williams, who caught the ball and sat down so hard he jarred it out of his hands. Still in a hitting posture Lefty pegged to second, but Fletcher got back in time and Robertson was safe at first. Holke bunted a foul straight into his own left ear and took the count—two strikes and one ball—on the flat of his back. A dash of cold water in the face brought Holke back from far distant dreamy places and he finished the count. Wiliiarns struck him out. Bill Rariden poked rut his third hit and Fletcher scored. Williams fanned Sallee and Burns, ending the round.
Jackson and Fel»ch knocked singles to left after one gone in the seventh. Sallee had cooled off during the mishap to Holke in the first half, but the hot ear of Holke still tingled, Slim also tingled with a pimply glow when Gandil hit to right for two bases, scoring Jackson and Felsch. The howling of the bugs jarred the concrete foundations. Fletcher threw Weaver out and while Schalk was coming up Herzog ran to McGraw, in the first base coaching box, and whispered in his ear. Mr. Holke did not want anybody whispering in his ear. He preferred an electric fan if they had one handy. Schalk drew a walk, placing men on first and third and two out.
One run would knot the score and Rowland stuck Lynn on to bat for Lefty (Claude) Williams. Before starting to pitch Sallee looked at the Sox dugout to see if they had any more left. Schalk stole second, the pill got away down there and Gandil’s run tied the count. Schalk
eached third. After the run was in Lynn struck out. Red Faber loomed up as the savior of the box in the eighth. Slim Sallee had nothing to
cling to if it came to the worst but Poll Perritt, and Poll is not much of a rock. Faber led off by whiffing Herzog and Kauff died on a tap to the slab. Zim’s fly to right carried a flock of boos with it. Three down in a row.
Shano Collins Texas Leaguered to right to open the Sox eighth. McMullen sacrificed, Zim to Holke and Slim Sallee could hear the twanging of the harps on high. Ed Collins rushed a single over second base and Shano buzzed to the plate while B. Kauff was fumbling with his shoe strings. General Jackson fired a single to right and Ed Collins got to third after doing a Mrs. Lot between second and third. Ed stopped and looked back to see where the ball was. It was pegged to Zim and he shot it to second to stop Jackson The ball caromed off Herzog’s heel to center field and Ed Collins came in while the coming was good. The general arose and marched his troops to third, whence he tallied on Felsch’s single. Poll Perritt was pitching to Felsch, as Slim was on his way. Gandil skied to left. Rariden pegged Felsch stealing.
Weaver disposed of Fletcher on a grounder in the ninth. Robertson skied to left. McMullen pegged Holke, he of the blazing ear. Good night.
Highly indignant experts traveling with the Giants wanted to ask McGraw why he dldn’t take Slim Sallee out sooner, but there were ladies present.