World Series

Cora Neilson of Wynnewood, Pa., took along a cot. U. S. Senator-Suspect William Scott Vare went out in a crowd for the first time since he fell sick a year ago. Worshipful Master Ralph A. Werthein fell dead beside his radio. William Tennyson of Philadelphia stood in line a day and a night and sold his place for $5. One Edward Johnson of Decatur, Ill. sat on a camp stool in the street all night, bought a good $1 ticket, sat down again in the bleachers and slept through what he had come to see. Deputy Marshal McBride of Utica, Miss, had an argument with James H. Llewellyn at a filling station; Llewellyn drew a knife: McBride shot him dead. Reporter Tsunekawa of the Osaka Mainichi Shimbun and Reporter Saburo Suzuki of the Tokyo and Osaka Asahi sat among 105 telegraphers and sent stories by direct cable to Japan. In 15 Chicago public schools children marched two by two into assembly halls, listened to broadcasting, later told their fathers, many of whom complained by letter against "miseducation.'' Eight ticket scalpers were arrested and let off. One J. A. Norwood, who had come from Texas, and a hundred other people presented tickets they had bought from scalpers and were sent home. Mrs. Stanley Field dropped a $3,000 brooch, received it back from an honest finder, came next day without jewels. . . . All these things and more happened last week because in Chicago, and then in Philadelphia, the Chicago Cubs played the Philadelphia Athletics for "the baseball championship of the world."

First Game. People who had figured that 35-year-old Spitballer Howard Ehmke would work in the series only if every other Philadelphia pitcher was sick or knocked out of the box, did not reckon on an odd understanding between Ehmke and Manager Connie Mack. Before the regular season ended Manager Mack sent Ehmke to scout the Cubs. He told a friend in confidence that though Ehmke had needed relief in each of the only two games he won for the Athletics this year, he would let him start if Ehmke said he wanted to. "He has one good day a year, and he knows when it's coming." Amazed, the Chicago rooters saw Pitcher Ehmke's easy looking curves, mixed with occasional fast ones, break a world series record by striking out 13, saw him in the third inning, with two men on, fan famed Hitters Rogers Hornsby and Hack Wilson with a total of seven pitched balls. Every delivery, made with a sidearm motion wide of the box, kept the ball lined against a blind spot, made by some extra bleachers in the green outfield, which Ehmke had noticed in practice. Rallying behind him, the Athletics took enough hits from Chicago Pitcher Charley Root to win, 3 to 1.

Second Game. Outfielder Jimmy Foxx, the youngest Philadelphian, knocked a wild pitch for a home-run, his second of the series, with two friends on base. In the fourth inning the Athletics scored three times more and Manager McCarthy of Chicago took out Malone, one of his best pitchers. With one out, the bases filled, and the infield playing close so as to be able to field a grounder home, Cub Short-stop English boneheaded to second. Pitcher Earnshaw of Philadelphia tired but his successor, muscular Robert Moses Grove, proved that a good left-handed pitcher can do better than tradition says against a team of right-handed hitters. Athletics 9, Cubs 3.

Third Game. Cub Pitcher Guy Bush coming up to bat at the start of the sixth, capered, skipped and grimaced according to instructions of McCarthy, who had said to him: "See if you can diddle a walk." With Bush and English on base, Hornsby and Cuyler, razzed as they came up for having struck out twelve times in two games and a half, each made clean hits. After that Pitcher Bush seemed to get more speed on the ball; his curve broke faster and Philadelphia only got one more hit. Cubs 3, Athletics 1.

Fourth Game. Pitcher Charlie Root had kept the Athletics to three scattered hits and the Cubs were leading 8 to 0 when Left Fielder Simmons of Philadelphia came up to bat in the seventh inning. While a phonograph pushed up against amplifiers played "I've Got a Feeling I'm Falling" and the crowd screamed as no World Series crowd has screamed for a decade, Simmons hit a home run; Foxx, Miller, Dykes, Boley and Bishop singled. Old left-handed Arthur Nehf, who used to pitch for the Giants, went in for Root. Then Pitcher Blake went in, then Pitcher Malone went in. He hit Miller in the ribs with a crazy pitch while the Athletics in their clean cream-colored uniforms continued to run around the bases. After that inning the Cubs (8) were too shaken to score, the Athletics (10) too tired.

Fifth Game. President Hoover, after watching a pitcher's battle apparently won by Pat Malone (Chicago), was getting up to go when Philadelphia's "Mule" Haas came up to bat in the ninth inning and knocked a straight pitch over the right field fence, bringing in Bishop and tying the score. By slaps and gesticulations, since words could not be heard, Cubs tried to make Malone feel better, but his nerve was gone. He took a long breath, got rid of Mickey Cochrane on a grounder; burly Simmons doubled. Joe McCarthy signalled to pass Foxx. While the crowd, inimical to strategy, was hooting this. Miller's two bagger brought the run that won the championship and $6,000 prize money for each first-string Athletic; to each Cub--loser's dole--went $4,000.