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BALTIMORES COME TO SACRA MENTO FOR DEFEAT. More Than Four Thousand People Saw the Gilt Edges Throw Down the Stars. The Baltimores came like a wolf on the fold. But they weren’t in it. Though their uniforms glittered with purple and gold. They weren't in it! The = of their fame shone like stars in the night— For a minute— But the Gilt Edges walloped them way out of sight. And were strictly in it. There is a neck of the woods away back in Maryland, called Baltimore, and throughout the long season recent ly closed the baseball cranks of the United States (which means the world) were astonished and filled with wonder at the phenomenal work done by the baseball team from that same neck of the woods—Baltimore. News came to the coast that the Bal timores were unconquerable, and that idea was clinched when they won the Temple cup, hung up for the best ag gregation in the National League. The Baltimores came to California a few weeks ago for the express purpose of giving the baseball infants of the Pacific Slope a few pointers in the na tional game, and their intentions were of the best, but they did not expect to be steered up against Sacramento’s husky ball-tossers—but they were. It was sad and sorrowful to see the Eastern men yesterday strain and strive to snatch victory out of almost certain defeat, for they strained and strove to no purpose. It was sorrowful to see them swat great gashes in the limpid atmosphere in vain attempts to knock the ball into the next lot, and it was pitiful to see them chase the leather into the far corners of the pen, where it had been rolled by the local people. Corbett, the great Joe Corbett, broth er of “Pompadour” Jim, was expected to do great work when he entered the pitcher’s cage, and he did. So great, in fact, that when his turn came around the fourth time he threw up the sponge and applied vinegar to his wounds and gall to the men who had caused his downfall. He wasn’t exactly knocked out of the box, but he knew when he had enough, and quit before the inevit able happened. Then the people from Baltimore put a youth named Horton into the box, and his gyrations were wonderful. He twisted and squirmed like an eel on a skillet, and tied himself into several kinds of knots in his efforts to deliver the ball, but when he succeeded in turning it loose it was all that even the warmest admirers of Jay Hughes and “Silent” Harvey could expect. It was a ster-winder and warranted speedy, and occasionally—but not often—some Gilt Edge man would fail to locate it, and then lounge about, in any old place, until the round ended. But the Baltimores put up a great game. They had to do it to make any showing at all, and while their fielding and base running was of a phenomenal order, their stick-work was not what the Sacramento public had been led to expect from press reports. If the Baltimores are hard hitters— and they are—they met their match When they went up against the local people, and the jolts let loose by “Pony” Walker, “Buck” Hughes, “Spike” Hen esey and some others went farther into the ether and rolled farther back under the bleachers than any sent out by the heavy men from Maryland. The most surprised people at the park were the Baltimores. They had ex pected an easy thing, and they got a soup. They became desperate as cipher after cipher disfigured their string on the bulletin board, and kicked in sea son and out of season. They are not only good ball players, but are also the highest kickers of the season, and are said to have excelled all previous efforts yesterday. Before the game the visitors smiled and got behind Jay Hughes while he was practicing in order to figure out his curves, but alas, and a lack! their ef forts were vain. They knocked out two base hits in the first inning, and another two in the second, and gath ered in two runs, but at this juncture Jay’s stage fright evaporated, and from that time up to the ninth not the sus picion of a hit could the Baltimore peo ple make. In the ninth a measly scratch hit was sent out for a run, but it was too late, and the strong men from the home of Jake Kilrain tore their hair and threw the sands of the diamond upon their heads in token of their great grief. Seven base hits were what the Gilt Edges did to the Eastern cracks, and two of their four runs were earned. Buck Hughes picked up two errors, and ‘Kid” Peeples, who played third base instead of Lange, took another. Only one error did the visitors make, and that was when the left fielder, O’Brien, missed a long slanting fly, which in re ality ought to have been a base hit for the Sacramentos. The grounds, despite the recent heavy rains, were in excellent condition, and over 4,000 people—the largest crowd of the season, watched the Gilt Edges move up out of the obscure gloom to the highest notch on the baseball ladder. In the first inning neither side scored, but when the Baltimores came to the scratch in the second they bore them selves with the hauteur of conquerors. Jay gave O’Brien, the left fielder, a free pass to first, and he moved on a station on a passed ball, and in at tempting to throw him out he slid down to third. Then Reitz hit against the right field bleacher for two bases, and O'Brien came in. At this point Jay pitched his only wild ball, and Reitz went to third. Corbett bunted and made first, and afterwards took second and third while Peeples and Stanley were attempting to scalp Reitz betwen third base and the home plate. The scalping process was a success, and the trophy dangled at Stanley's belt— after the ball. Doyle hit over Lochhead, and Corbett got in. Jennings flew to Lochhead, and the agony was over—well over, as it happened, for it was not until the ninth inning that the men from Baltimore got a man within hailing dis tance of the home square. In their half of the second round the Gilt Edge people started to win the same. Stanley, who throughout the game, played the catcher’s position ahead of anything seen here this year, started the trouble by rolling an easy one down to third base, where Kelly held the fort, and died on the way to the first stop. “Pony” Walker slashed one into the crowd on the south breach ers and took two bases. Peeples hit to Kelly and was out at first, Walker being safe on third. Lochhead came up and Walker crossed the plate on a passed ball. Lochhead hit safe into the left garden, and Harvey was given a free pass, but Shanahan spoiled the prospect by sending a high one to Doyle, at first. In their half of the fourth inning the Gilt Edges tied the score, and the crowd went wild. The tempers of the men from Maryland were tried by the gibes and jeers of four thousand rooters —every person at the game was a rooter -but they smiled and said, “Just wait!” The run that tied the score was made thusly: Corbett had thrown up the sponge, and Horton occupied the pitch er’s cage. He celebrated his advent by retiring “Pony” Walker on three strikes. “Kid” Peeples, old leaguer that he is, was more fortunate, and rapped out a safe one into the center lot, which was looked after by a horny-handed youth named Griffin. The “Kid” stood upon first until Lochhead, the “Grand Old Man,” tried to knock a board off the northeast corner of the lot for two bags, and then loped in, tieing the score. Har vey hit to shortstop Jennings, and was out on first, and Shanahan rolled one to Kelly, and also went out at first. Score—2 to 2. It was in the fifth inning that the local people really won the game. “Buck” Hughes hit to Kelly and stopped before he reached the first sta tion. Then the mighty Henesey slashed one along the left line for two bags, and the crowd howled with delight. Next Jay Hughes, the redoubtable, took firm hold on his favorite willow and sailed one over the third cushion for a bag, putting Henesey safe on third. Then Stanley, the star catcher of Cal ifornia, waited until four crooked balls had been pitched and the bases were full and the Baltimore crowd were on un easy seat. They had a right to be, for it was Walker’s turn at the bat. He “didn’t do a thing” but slash another wicked winder into the south bleachers, and Henesey and Jay trotted in. The crowd rose at Walker and yelled until the little fielder brushed a rosy red. Then Peeples flew out to Griffin, the center pasture man, and he shot Stan ley out at third and the run was over. Score—Gilt Edges 4, Baltimores 2. The sixth, seventh and eighth in nings, while replete with brilliant plays, were barren of tallies, and it was not until the ninth that the clouds again began to lower and chunks of gloom crept into the crowd. It all happened after two Baltimore men were out, and looked like this. Clark took Horton’s place at the bar and flew a foul which Henesey gobbled up. Doyle tried a fly to Shanahan, and took a back seat. Then Jennings came up and Jay sent a hot one against his short ribs, and little Reitz was sent out to run for him. Griffin turned him self loose and rolled one to the far cor ner in the left field for three bass, and Reitz got home. Kelly sent one out to Lochhead and was out at first, and the giants of the National League were de feated by Sacramento's great team, who had still an inning to spare. It was a great game, and showed con clusively that the cracks of the Na tional League, no more than California League teams, can do anything with the ram's-horn twisters sent in by husky Jay Hughes, whose only equal in Cali fornia today is his side partner, “Silent” Harvey. When the dust had cleared the casual ties were found to be as follows: Gilt Edge. pm Ee Sere S E. Hughes, 2b..... Heneésey, ib ... J. Hughes, 40 Stanley, c .. 9 Walker, If .. 00 Peeples, %b ... a Lochhead, ss . 30 Harvey, rf ....00 Gt Shanahan, cf .. 0 8 Totals ..... Ste don conte? OS, OW a 23 Baltimore. a.b. r. ~ 52 p.o. a. ¢. Doyle, 1D ....c..ss005 4 e385. 8 Jennings, SS .........41 i3 i= F 6 Griffin, ef 2. Tyk oo os oe Kelley, 3b .... ee Ls ee Donovan, Tr O'Brien, If LS we Beas Reitz, 2b . ee a i Donahue, 060086 0 6 Corbett, p ae he ee Horton, p oo 60 0 06 | types seb diee ‘0 30 Oa Total .ersessures Lcana Ss aes by inninge—t 2346586789 Gilt Edge ......... 1 Base hits .. 2 . | Baltimore ss 0920000006 83 Base hits 4 200000 6 145 Summary: Earned tuns—Gilt Edge 2. Three-base hit—Griffin. Two-base hits— Walker 2. BK. Hughes, Lochhead, Henesey. Sacrifice hits—Peeples, Harvey, Donovan, J. Hughes. First base on errors—Git Edge 1, Baltimore 2, First base on called balls—Off Hughes 4, off Corbett 1, off_Hor ton 1. Left on bases—Gilt Edge 4, Balti more 9, Struck out—By Hughes 2, by Horton 4 Hit by Pitcher—Jennings Passed ball—Stanley 1. Wild pitches—Cor bett 1, Hughes 1. Time of game—1 hour 50 minutes, Umpires—McDonald and Fisher. Attendance—3:5W. Official scorer —J. W. Butler.
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Sacramento Record Union
Sacramento, California, US
Fri, Nov 26, 1897
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