NEWS FROM CHICAGO.
Base Ball's Ragged Edge.
Comments of Chicago Journals Upon Thursday's Game.
There Was Not So Much Grief After The Great Fire.
The Chicago newspapers of Friday, in their comments upon Thursday's game of base ball, are as interesting as dime novels. They do not even excuse their club, but mourn with a great mourning. The head-lines over their reports are depressing; of the reports and comments what follows will give an idea:
From The Tribune Report.
St. Louis, Mo., May 6: - St. Louis to-night is in the seventh heaven of happiness. Her new base ball club has played their first game with the rival White Stockings and came off victorious. Wendell Phillips may now abuse St. Louis to his heart's content; directory men may giver her a set-back in population; her great bridge may be swept away - but still she will smile triumphantly and point to the discomfited Chicagos and say: "We have done it!" It was reserved for the Brown legs not only to defeat the Chicagos, but to give them
The Most Thorough Drubbing
Since their organization, the score showing the remarkable figures of 10 to 0 in favor of St. Louis. The game excited a vast amount of interest here, and, for the past two or three days, has been a prominent topic of conversation in almost every circle. It was looked upon, in a measure, as the most notable event of the season, and the usual rivalry between Chicago and St. Louis in almost everything has added much to the local excitement, and lent a decided zest to the expectations indulged. But the most sanguine St. Louisan never dreamed of such an overwhelming victory as his pet Brown legs have achieved. On the contrary, as the time of the game approached, much of the vain-glorious boasting gave way to doubts, and there were found but few who would back their faith in the St. Louis club with money, and in the pool-selling the Chicagos had the call at 100 to 80. The game was a remarkable one in many respects. It demonstrates unless it can be claimed that the Chicagos struck an exceptional paroxysm of wretchedly weak batting, that
Bradley, The St. Louis Pitcher,
Has not been overestimated. It appears that he and Miller constitute the main strength of the club. They are not supported by a first-class field, but, if their work of to-day is a criterion, they do not need one. The field were called upon to do but the easiest kind of play, to stop weak "bunts," catch puny fly balls and fouls, and scarcely a ball was struck that would bother an ordinary player. Bradley's pitching is peculiar. It is an underhanded throw, and the ball is delivered with a sort of jerk, which puzzles the Whites terribly. Their batting was of the weakest and most wretched description. Scarcely a ball was struck into the out-field. Both nines fielded well. The unaccountable weakness of the Whites at the bat alone lost them the game.
Westward the course of Empire takes its way;
The first four acts already past,
A fifth shall close the drama with the day,
Time's noblest offspring is the last.
When the profound Bishop Berkeley wrote the above away back a hundred and fifty years, there is not the shadow of a doubt that he had his prophetic eye turned this way, and had just come in from seeing a game of base-ball between the champion clubs of his day - the names and score have unfortunately been lost to history. When one looks at it calmly, what can be clearer than that the good bishop knew that the St. Louis club would beat the Chicagos yesterday, and the course of base-ball empire hitch another peg toward the Pacific? And then how clearly he refers, in "the first four acts already passed," to the fate of the Cincinnati Red Stockings, the Clevelands, the Kekiongas, and the Chicagos. The fifth, which should "close the drama with the day," closed the day with a farce yesterday down on the Mississippi. But, bless you, my children, we know up here how it is; we have stood on the Lake park and shouted as you did yesterday; we have crowded the street in front of Tom Foley's as you will in front of Tom Allen's when your club is away - and we have become calloused just as you will after a little, my unsophisticated babes. We were once just as insane at a victory over the Red Stockings as you were yesterday at your triumph over the Whites; and, further, we were quite as despondent at a reverse as you will be in about a month. Be advised, then, in time, and mount not so high as to endanger a neck-breaking fall when you come down.
As far as yesterday's game was concerned, the sporting people of this city were of course disappointed - and even bitterly so - but after all there was not much excitement, and hardly anybody asked or thought about the matter. The few who were present at the receipt of telegrams shrugged up their shoulders when the ninth inning was announced, and went home sullen but not excited. The defeat was a disastrous one as far as the one game is concerned, but shows absolutely nothing as to the next one, and no doubt people will be as ready to bet on Chicago Saturday as they were yesterday - which isn't saying much, for there was very little money put up here. Perhaps the best pleased man in Chicago is Ralph A. Ladd (whoever he may be), a telegram from whom is published in one of the St. Louis papers yesterday. In the dispatch Mr. Ladd offered to bet $10,000 on the result of the game, and he ought to be rejoiced beyond measure that he did not put up the money.
All the message that seems necessary to be sent to the Whites is to bid them retrieve the game Saturday, and come home as soon as possible if they lose. To the victors, Chicago sends greeting, and rather wishes that it had been some other club that was beaten, but warns them to look out when they get up here.
-St. Louis Republican, May 8, 1875