SCORE AT FINISH 3 TO 2.
White Is Hit Hard, but Gives Athletics Much Trouble; Altrock’s “Twilight” Suit.
[BY CHARELS DRYDEN.] Philadelphia, Pa., July 21.—[Special.]—Mr. Plank pitched himself into the hearts of the populace today and then riveted the high esteem in which he is held by hammering out the hit that beat the White Sox, 3 to 2.
The southpaw’s potent single in the sixth broke a tie and sent Knight across with the needed tally. But the intense mental agony did not end there. The Sox thought they had the game when two runs counted in the first and it stung them some to take the siding. “Doc” White is down to summer weight, and his almost invisible conduct on the slab bothered the champions a little. How much he teased them may be gleaned from the fact twelve hits, for a total of eighteen bases, were required to build up the three runs.
White is a swift young athlete, as well as tooth carpenter, but he cannot fool such demon sluggers as Cross, Powers, and Plank. The persistent slugging of Monte tore the doctor’s ideas apart and made him easier for the rest. The shortstopper had one double and a single before the real things happened in the fifth. Sadly lacking in professional courtesy, “Dr.” Powers walloped “Dr.” White for a single. Spurred on by this deed of a plain medical gent, Topsy pushed out a triple and Buster a single. With the score tied, there was nothing to it but to win in the next.
Several Brands of Weather.
As usual, F. Jones and his mates proved a high card on the draw. In spite of the rain ahead of the game, they pulled 11,659 persons to the yard, and held them there to the finish. They had sunshine, rain, and more sunshine, but no matter what the climate did, “Dr.” White continued to get his bumps. Sudden changes of barometer failed to affect him. Plank also remained true to his winning instinct, holding the Sox to seven hits, three of which broke out in the opener.
The only athlete disturbed by the weather was Mr. Altrock. He closed up his pipes and quit coaching when he tied the count in the fifth. The retreat of Nick into the coop was a sad blow to the ladies. Mr. Altrock is always a treat to the fair sex, but the best place to enjoy him is in the forenoon. Nick is going swifter than ever. He wears his hair in a Marcel wave, and he certainly is a stunner in his new twilight suit. This style is a compromise between the broad day and after dark clothes he used to inhabit.
Details of the Affair.
Sheridan was blistered a lot by the big Saturday crowd, yet he umpired an excellent game. Davis and Plank felt stung over some of his decisions on balls and strikes, but in several close plays on the bases the umpire was as near right as any man could be. When a good official makes a mistake the mistake is not rectified by roasting.
Before Plank fully had made up his mind to trim the Sox they lumped three hits in the opener. Hahn singled and Jones beat a bunt. Isbell sacrificed. G. Davis struck out. Plank had two strikes on Donohue, when “Jiggs” let off a single which scored Hahn and Jones. Dougherty flied to center.
From this stage Plank had the enemy stalled he kept the hits well scattered and the team played the game. Cross started the second with a double, but Knight and Powers were easy and Sullivan flagged Monte trying to steal third. In the fourth, two gone and Seybold on first, Monte’s single to right went through Hahn for an extra base. Socks tried to score, but his gasoline tank blew up on the way. Jones and Davis passed the ball to Sullivan and Ralphy was tagged on the ankle.
Knight struck out in the fifth, Powers singled, and Plank hit to Isbell. Topsy’s triple and Buster’s single tied the score. Davis singled and stole second and Seybold hit to White.
“Jiggs’ ” Fumble Is Costly.”
After Murphy flied in the sixth, Cross doubled and was killed at third on Knight’s bounder to White. Donohue missed Powers’ roller and Plank batted in the run. Topsy beat out a hit to “Jiggs” and Buster fanned.
In the eighth the Sox had runners on second and third and two out. Powers made a high sky catch of Dougherty’s tall foul and the danger blew past. A swat by Pat would have caused no end of sorrow.
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