MATTESON IS HARD LUCK GUY, AS RECORD PROVESBy LOUIS A. DOUGHER.That Ed Matteeon feller la aura one touch luck ruy.Soma fallen are born to touch luck Some achieve touch luck. Oihora ara hand'd it on a silver platter.Don't ra worry, kid.** aaid Mlqti* Mar tin. trainer-eatrnordinary. to Sian Beese. sluing on the bench. “Grlfril find some way out o* thla Jam. Don't ya worry. They’re not coin' to stop baseball Just bwiiM there'a a war on over in France/*But Stan kept hla ryes on Ed Matteaon. the human Texas Deaguer. who was mtkldR itooU In the hi* »ho* Jo** before the curtain «u about to fall- Some guys do bump Into touch tuck. Take Ed Mattason. for Instance.Ed ha a pitched a lot of ball In hla time. Hr once took a cup o' coffee In Philadelphia while tolling with the Phillies. He had battered all around the sticks and along game 1»IA He found himself with Dallas to the T*xas League and be was a winner.They Ssrang a War.Then they sprung a war on Ed The Texas League blew up. Well, that's not remarkable for a bush organisation. and Ed thought himself In clover when Clark Griffith gave him a trial. He tried his luck twice for a few innings at a time and got credit for two easy victories. Then, before a big Sunday crowd In the Nation's Capital, before all the thousands of soldiers and sailors and war workers drawn to the Capital seeking healthful outdoor recreation, he went an against the marvelous Eddie Clcotte A backed by the remnants of the world's champions, and conquered. 4 to 2.And the n**t day the curtain fell on Ed. That’s what we call tough luck. Tep, It's downright tough.•Don't ya care, kid. said Mlque Martin.-trainer extraordinary, swing Ing a towel In Ed s face. They’ll never stop baseball, they'll never •top it. you'll be out there again, don't ya care.Ever hear about tha guy whowho couldn't be arrested* asked Ed.Msttraes Dsn Well.In his lone ntart for the Grlffmen Matteaon looked very well. He wasn't Invincible, as the ten blnglrs made off him prove, but he was right there on the Job. as the two runs apd no free tickets show. And he was cool as the proverbial cucumber In I tight places, even in the face of wobbly support. Nothing worried I him. He stuck to his knitting. And ' he won.Clcotte looked all right. b«»t the Griffs climbed all over his offerings, crashing twelve safe swats around and about, winning the game In the I eighth on a walk, a sacrifice, and two hearty drives by Schulte and Shanks.Going Into the eighth the Griffs were locked with the White Sox. 2 to 2. Judge drew a pans and went up on Milan's sacrifice. Schulte, who fears no cruel draft board, alngled sharply to right, and Judge was over, putting his team In front. Schulte scrambled to second on the tireless peg to the plate, and he. too. scored when Hank Shanks cracked one to center.Matfeme Stops FiThe White Sox tried Ihelr darndeat to break up the game In th- ninth, nut Bd ZiXattr.von stopped 'era. Shano” double. Foster fooxlcd Weaver's bounder, and two wrere on with no body out. Matteson reached down, and with his gloved hand grabbed Mitchell's bounce for sn assist to Judge. He put on steam and Otto Jacobs popped to Lavan. “Swede R Is berg came up for Cicotte. and he ended the rally with a llfae drive right Into Foster's paws. That's all.I tell ya. kid. don't ya care, don't ya care. said Mlque Martin, trainer-extraordinary. ‘ When the magnets get through tailin’ (hat big stiff. Ban Johnson. where he gets off. you'll find base ban goln' right on same a ever. Don’ty*