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- Fournier Writes of Robins’ 3--1 Defeat by Cards
- Yanks Take It on Chin Again, 5–3
- Giants Grab Chicago Opener, 2-1
- Out! Gone to Ball Game

Fournier Writes of Robins’ 3--1 Defeat by Cards

Jack Fournier, Robin captain, who wrenched his ankle during the Robins’ farewell appearance against the Braves at Ebbets field Monday, viewed yesterday’s affair at St. Louis from the press box and wrote his impressions of the game for the DAILY NEWS.

By JACK FOURNIER - NY Daily News, May 7, 1926

St. Louis, Mo., May 6.—It is impossible to cope with the kind of pitching that Flint Rhem served to our team today. However, I think Dazzy Vance had not gone to pieces in the first inning that we would have come out on top, instead of losing, 3 to 1. But we still have three games to play here. The Cards are in a hitting slump. I don’t think they can beat Grimes and they most certainly will have tough sledding to get by either Petty or McGraw, who are pitching in mid-season form.

Would Rather Play.

Playing a nineteen inning ball game is duck soup compared to this business of trying to tell the reading public in so many words how it happened and why.

It doesn’t require much journalistic skill to give the lowdown on today’s game. The Cards hit hard right from the start and had the game won before the Robins had an opportunity to size up the situation. I thought we were going to get the lead when Rhem walked the first two men who faced him in the first inning.

We didn’t have a chance after the second, although things took on a rosier hue when Herman doubled in the sixth with one down. But that great play of Tommy Thevenow’s which he turned into a double play, completely made everything go wrong.

Spirit Lacking.

The boys didn’t display their old time fighting spirit today. Perhaps the sudden warm spell made them a bit sluggish, but to be frank about the whole thing I really think Mr. Rhem’s right arm had them buffaloed.

The Cards started right out in the opening inning and got to Dazzy for three hits and three runs, clinching the game then and there. Douthit, the first man to face the Dazzler, doubled. Mueller was tossed out at first, but Toporcer, playing second, walked. Bottomley, a slugger, fanned, and it looked like Dazzy might get out of the hole. But Roscoe Holm upset the dope and crashed a triple to the outer gardens, scoring Douthit and Toporcer. Bell brought Holm home with a sharp single.

Yanks Take It on Chin Again, 5–3

Pinch-Hitless Hugmen Succumb to Senators

Fifteen Runners Standed on the Bases.

By MARSHALL HUNT. - NY Daily News, May 7, 1926

There is nothing particularly healthy about the lead of the Yankees today in the American League race. Bless us, no!

A diagnosis of the pitiful case reveals that their advantage is far from monumental, far from impressive, what with their recent knack of tossing away games they should have won.

Their latest malignant growth of inefficacy was observed yesterday afternoon in the stadium when they were owned by the Washington Senators, 5 to 3, the Yanks’ fourth consecutive defeat.

It Didn’t Count.

The Yankees outhit the Senators but these old eyes seldom saw less timely swatting than that of the New Yorkers yesterday. Fifteen gallant souls were left stranded on bases.

There were moments fraught with hopeful expectancy yesterday, especially in the last half of the ninth inning when the Yanks were two runs behind, one was out, and the bases were full.

What a Situation.

A face unfamiliar to some of the newer customers appeared at the plate. Ah!

We know you, Aaron Ward! Sure enough, it was Aaron, making his 1926 debut!

Did Mr. Ward home run or triple or double or single or get a base on balls?

He hit into a sweet double play and a lot of old men came out to bat and brush and manicure the diamond. Ain’t that hell?

A home run by Goose Goslin in the first after Sam Rice’s triple, Roger Peckinpaugh’s homer in the fourth, two singles, a base on balls and an unpardonable error at the plate by Patrick Collins in the eighth gave the Senators their five runs.

Urban Shocker and Bob Shawkey pitched for the Yanks.

Fair in spots. Spotty in spots.

Benjamin Paschal got in the game because of a slight injury to Babe Ruth, who collided with Tony Lazzeri in the third and hurt his knee.

The Detroit Tigers will lead the western parade this afternoon. There should be much fun!

Giants Grab Chicago Opener, 2-1

Tyson’s Single Scores Winning Tally in Ninth

By WILL MURPHY. - NY Daily News, May 7, 1926

Chicago, May 6.—The Giants’ first crack at the western clubs has landed full on the whiskers. Our side trimmed the scrapping young Cubs here today by the close count of 2 to 1.

The way it happened was just like this:

Virgil Barnes pitched shutout ball up to the ninth, when the Cubs put over their only run. George Kelly thumped a homer over the left field ramparts in the fourth inning, and in the ninth Al Tyson iced a sharp single into right field that scored the run needed to win as it followed Meusel’s base hit and Kelly’s sacrifice.

There isn’t hardly another thing to tell, except that Charlie Root pitched most shrewdly for the Cubs for eight innings. The Kelly home run, which happened just after George had waved helplessly at two strikes, was all the business the Giants did with Mr. Root.

This Kelly man, what with his homer, two singles and a sacrifice, had a healthy day.

Root was socked in the midriff by a swat off Young’s bat in the eighth and pinch hitter replaced him in the Cub half of that round. The Young drive was cleverly handled by Shortstop Jimmy Cooney, who converted the thing into a putout as it bounded off Root’s wishbone.

Sheriff Blake was pitching in the ninth when the Giants added on the run that was ultimately needed to get the decision. It was all so simple. Meusel began with a hit to left. Kelly sacrificed, catching the Cub infield way back on the grass. Then Tyson came through.

Talented chap, Tyson, and much given to making his hits at moments when hits are needed bitterly.

The Cub run in the ninth developed out of a double by Howard Freigau and Lefty Grimm’s single. Pinch hitter Tolson thereupon rapped into a double play and 20,000 Cub fans went home mad.

Out! Gone to Ball Game

By PAUL GALLICO - NY Daily News, May 7, 1926

You young men who can put your work off until tomorrow and sift up to the ball game have a pipe. When I want to go to the ball game—and how I want to go this bright, mellow afternoon—I have to place in the hands of the stout Mr. Schumacher one complete column, all fixed and marked for the printer, and stretching from the top of the page right down to the bottom. You can see where I am now. The hour is advancing upon 2:00 p. m., and in exactly ninety minutes the game starts at the Yankee stadium. Gosh, what a long way it is to the bottom. I shall have to cheat.

Cheating consists of writing many short paragraphs. At the end of each one, in case you are interested in how these things are done, I indicate to the printer that I desire a three em dash, which is that little line used between pieces, or maybe three stars when the subject is changed. By a generous use of three em dashes, one can sometimes get started for the game as much as fifteen minutes earlier.

Unless you are a runner or a fighter, don’t try to raise Great Danes. Dan Hickey says the reason Paul Berlenbach’s dog has such marvelous legs is because Paul takes him out on the road with him.

What’s the good of raising a beautiful Dane if you cripple yourself doing it. Thor of Cos Cob gets his exercise chasing me in the car, but it hurts his feelings.

Say, Grant, you aren’t going any place, how about making the Column drawings two inches apiece tonight, instead of an inch and a half?

If you want to get a first class headache, figure out how much money the space is worth that Tex Rickard is getting for his Dempsey fight before we even know who the champion’s opponent is to be.

Great news events leave people with definite impressions. The impressions I have found that most people have had left with them as the result of this boxing commission squabble is that it isn’t much of a commission.

Say, is this horse Carlaris going to run in the Derby or isn’t he? Who is handling his publicity campaign? It’s a beaut.

Charley Hoff is threatened by the A. A. U. It seems that Mr. Hoff, who is said to be by all odds one of the most pleasant of foreign athletes, doesn’t want to compete in a meet somewhere where he was scheduled and advertised to appear without his sanction. Since when are amateur athletes compelled to compete for commercial purposes? Sic ’em, Charlie!

Bill Fleming’s letter on playgrounds for boys over 16 started something, and this Column means neither if, nor perhaps. Can’t print all the letters, but I’m going to run excerpts from the best of them in tomorrow’s Column. And one of the best comes from Jim Mulholland, Commissioner Gallatin’s supervisor of recreation. Mr. Gallatin and Mr. Mulholland are square shooters. If they can do anything for the boys who want to play ball, they will, and you can bank on that. Tomorrow this campaign gets organized and under way.

Er—— today I’m going to investigate personally the playground of the Yankees at 161st st., and see just what the situation is up there. I understand that a lot of the Yankees who are over 16 received abuse down in Philadelphia recently. This must stop.

O, hello, boss! Say, I’m glad you came in just now. My poor grandmother! Also my Uncle Egbert! It was an epidemic. Yup, swept away Cousin Martha and Hattie and Aunt Hepzebiah. Very sad! Yup, funeral today! Thanks, boss. Wheeeeeee!