CHAPTER XXVIII

SATO WRITES HOME

Sato, the only member of the Jap nation at the university that year,

had not attended any of the games at Lowell up to this time, but the

excitement around the school caused him to follow the crowd one day,

and afterwards he wrote home to Prince Igo, his father, his impressions

of the great National Game as follows:

“Baseballing is great college sport presently. I walk to-day much

distance to where town ceases and come against high board fences; also

law guardian, from which issue big noises frequent. Then silence great.

Soon of each more. I ask law guardian why such yells.

“He reply, ‘It is the fans. Man came home.’ Am now desirous also to

welcome traveler’s home coming.

[Illustration: He reply, “Man came home.”]

“‘Away long time has gentlemen been?’ In interrogate.

“He answer, ‘Been long time since he came home before.’

“Then I approach said gates of welcoming and enter one saying grand

stand, giving printed pasteboard to much red-faced man at door.

“He destroy said printing and present to me one-half; the other he

keep. On honorable pasteboard is printed ‘rain check’ and I presently

comprehend thus the stopping rain in great United States when

baseballing is to happen.

“I proceed along walkboard continuous until emerging into great

pavilion where persons numerous are all sitting in seats many, but I

see not the fans law guardian promised, though it is day warm very.

Presently spectators make grand stand shouting the Big Banzai as

honorables in white suits run very hard.

“‘What is it?’ I remark to enormous German intelligence on left.

“‘Another man home,’ he correspond.

“I am much enthusiasm also. It is more august noise than Russian

surrendering.

“Presently, Mr. Gray Pitch lift strong arm holding white ball of much

hardness high. Another Gray Mr., the Hon. Catch, has responsibility for

all balls Mr. Pitch shoot and he try to stop all. The ball shoots with

swiftness great so Mr. Catch wear large cushions on hands, also bird

cage on face, with boards in front of legs. Third Mr. what they call

Bat is positioned in front Mr. Catch to make impossible said stopping

by hitting ball.

“Of a suddenness Mr. Gray Pitch preparation himself for enjoyable

spasm. Ball holding high, he make large twistings, himself turn half

way, leg raises and quickly shoots little ball straight at Mr. Catch’s

head. Hon. Bat makes large effort vainly.

“‘Strike one,’ gleefully announces Hon. Empire in loud voice.

“Again Mr. Pitch make necessary, twists preparation to his shoot. Mr.

Bat fail making attempt but Hon. Empire cries agonizing, ‘Struck two,’

at which thin Irish spectacles on right speaking violently remark,

‘Robber! Thief! Kill the Empire!’

“I look expectant to witness demise of Hon. Empire, but it happens not

immediate. Much disappoint I feel, having extreme good sitting for

witness such scenes. Then, think perhaps it later will occurrence when

dark.

“Once more Mr. Gray Pitch causing ball shoot fast. But Mr. Bat watching

very close. He make great smash with large stick against middle of

small ball and at once change name to Mr. Run, making great haste

leaving home for first white cushion. Then turn, with much glee, from

all standers up, on left side and hasten quick after direction ball

went toward number two cushion. Mr. Gray Field now pick up ball quick

and throw at Mr. Run.

“All grand standers now project loud shoutings of ‘Make slidings, Mr.

Run. Make big slidings, Oh run,’ and answeringly Hon. Run sliding on

his stomach to No. Two cushion, but Hon. Empire wave his hand and say

quickly, ‘Out’ and Hon. Run then walk with much slowness and mutterings

of words to waterpail and drink.

“Presently when Hon. White Suits are much weary from hittings and

slidings they exchanging places with Hon. Gray Suits and Gray Suits

play Mr. Bat.

“The Mr. White Pitch try to make great original twistings and shoots.

Mr. Gray Bat finds hitting impossible and Hon. Empire says, ‘Struck

three, out.’ But now the Hon. Irish on right do not cry ‘Robber! Kill

him!’ Himself and all others surrounding make more standings and cheer

Mr. White Pitch magnitudinous and say, ‘Oh, you pitch!’

“After more twistings by White Pitch, Mr. Next Bat walk leisure to one

cushion. Mr. Third Bat likewise.

“Suddenly boy diminutive with large voice in front say, ‘Get the hook’

and then Mr. White Pitch drop was white ball and retire and I wait for

him return with hook, but I am distracted otherwise, seeing bigger

White Pitch proceed and pick up ball. Then still more different twists

by Mr. Bigger White Pitch and swift shoots. Supreme big effort by Mr.

Gray Bat and loud crack.

“‘Fowl,’ say Empire and three runnings of white suits. I arise to look

at white suits chasing fowl, but impossible to see account front rows

standing on seats. Next yellings, ‘He’s got it,’ and sitting down of

all, and I see Mr. Big Pitch holding ball upraised, but no chicken. I

think they catching fowl outside for big dinner to homecomers.

“Now Mr. Second Bat run quickly to three cushion and Mr. Now Bat propel

ball with stick very far; but Mr. White Field catch quick and throw to

Hon. Catch while Mr. Three Cushion occupant running home.

“‘Safe,’ say Hon. Empire at which all bystanders yell angrily, ‘Robber!

Thief! Hang him!’ I climb nearby post to witness national mode of death

and see all white suits surrounding Hon. Empire, but no rope.

“Presently all walk away and again I am disappoint, having much finer

location for view such interesting proceedings.

“Then more of same twistings and runnings by both white suits and gray

suits exchanging places until dark, when grand standings make big

runnings to outside.

“I wait much patiently to see Hon. Empire get hangings now but

presently Mr. August Watch come by and say, ‘G’wan, game’s over,’ with

many pointings to outside and I consider possible I find Hon. Empire

and all white suits over fence making big killings, so I exit myself

through glee gates backward where I find only majestic stillness.

“So I return to domicile.”

THE END

WON IN THE NINTH

A BASEBALL STORY

By CHRISTOPHER MATHEWSON

The Famous Pitcher of the New York Giants. The first of a series of

Boys’ Stories on Sports to be known as the MATTY BOOKS, by Christopher

Mathewson and W. W. Aulick, the well-known sporting writer, who will

also act as editor of the series.

It is a college story about baseball. The hero is a fine young fellow

whom many fans will at once think they recognize as a popular player.

He enters a big Eastern University from the far West, gets on the

Varsity after many trying experiences, as extra pitcher, but by

accident one day it develops his natural position is as fielder and he

becomes a star and wins a scholarship, which insures his education.

Throughout the story the author describes thrilling moments of actual

games, some wonderful catches, and gives many stories, some of them

humorous, of famous players and games.

He also reveals some of the secrets of “inside baseball,” “signals,”

etc., and in a supplement, illustrations and descriptions of the way he

holds and delivers his famous Fade-away and other deceptive curves.

The description and playing characteristics of many of the hero’s

team-mates remind one of famous players of the present day. The

author has placed in one college boys who from their ball-playing

ability might easily be taken to represent his selection of a first

ALL-AMERICAN TEAM and in a rival college the boys whom he might pick

for ALL-AMERICAN TEAM No. 2. The games played might also be taken

to represent his idea of what would occur in a series between two

such teams. Mathewson’s position in the game and his knowledge of

the players fit him especially for this, and the book should be read

eagerly by players and fans.

PRESS COMMENTS

The greatest baseball story ever written.--_New York World._

A mighty good story of college life runs through the

book.--_Pittsburg Dispatch._

Every fan should read it.--_Denver Post._

A book which every boy from eight to eighty should

read.--_Boston Globe._

_302 Pages, 12mo. Cloth. Illustrated. Price, Net, $1.00_

R. J. BODMER COMPANY, PUBLISHERS

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TO THE READER

The next in the series of MATTY BOOKS will be a Football Story by the

same author. Matty was, during his college days, as great a football

player as he is a pitcher to-day.

If you will fill out this blank and mail to us, we will give you

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THE FADE-AWAY

AND

OTHER DECEPTIVE CURVES

AS HELD AND DELIVERED BY

CHRISTY MATHEWSON

ILLUSTRATIONS BY COURTESY OF

AMERICAN SPORTS PUBLISHING CO.

FROM “HOW TO PLAY BASEBALL”

[Illustration: Mathewson’s Fade Away Ball--The ball is held lightly

with the forefingers and thumb, and a slow twist is given to it. It

sails up to the plate as dead as a brick, and, when mixed in with a

speedy straight or in-ball, causes the batter to often strike at it

before it reaches him. It is a “teaser” for the third strike.]

[Illustration: HOW BALL IS GRASPED FOR START OF THE “FADE AWAY.”]

[Illustration: THE BALL LEAVING THE HAND AS IT GETS THE FINAL TWIST OF

THE WRIST FOR THE “FADE AWAY.”]

[Illustration: Mathewson’s Drop-curve--His most effective ball, and

he has wonderful control of it. In fact, he makes it “talk.” The two

forefingers and the thumb give the rotary motion necessary for the

curve, while a downward swing and quick snap of the wrist give it the

quick dropping kink.]

[Illustration: Mathewson’s High In-ball--This is a most wicked

delivery--the whisker trimmer. The thumb touches the ball very lightly

and the forefingers grasp it firmly. This delivery is used mostly to

drive the batter away from the plate so as to make the curve more

effective. It is a dangerous ball to stand up against.]

[Illustration: The Straight, Swift Ball--Mathewson gets tremendous

speed with this delivery, said to excel that of the famous “Hoosier

Cyclone,” Amos Rusie, when in his prime. The arm is swung straight over

the shoulder, with no wrist movement.]

[Illustration: The out-curve is produced usually by grasping the ball

with the first two fingers and the thumb, with the back of the hand

turned downward. The fingers are pressed firmly against the ball, which

is gripped tight. The out-curve may be either fast or slow.]

[Illustration: The in-curve is pitched with a side-arm motion, the ball

being released over the tips of the first two fingers, the arm being

swept around with a lateral motion. Some pitchers throw an in-curve by

grasping the ball with all four fingers and permitting it to slip over

the tips.]

[Illustration: McGINNITY THROWING AN INSHOOT, THE BALL ROLLING OFF HIS

FIRST TWO FINGERS.]

[Illustration: HOW McGINNITY TURNS HIS HAND TO PITCH A DROP BALL.]

[Illustration: POSITION OF THE BALL FOR AN OUT-CURVE AS McGINNITY

PITCHES IT, THE BALL BEING RELEASED BETWEEN THE THUMB AND FIRST

FINGER.]

[Illustration: HAND JUST BEFORE THE “SPIT BALL” IS FREED, THE BALL

SLIPPING OVER THE ENDS OF THE FINGERS OF CHESBRO.]

[Illustration: ARM FULLY DRAWN BACK TO PITCH THE “SPIT BALL,” SHOWING

THE POSITION BEFORE IT IS BROUGHT FORWARD, BY CHESBRO.]

[Illustration: Drop-curve--The ball for the drop-curve is held in

identically the same position as for the out-curve, except that the

back of the hand is held directly down, the arm being brought straight

over the shoulder at the moment of delivering the ball.]

Transcriber’s Notes:

--Text in italics is enclosed by underscores (_italics_).

--A Table of Contents (all versions) and a List of Illustrations

(browser and mobile versions) have been provided for the navigational

convenience of the reader.

--Punctuation and spelling inaccuracies were silently corrected.

--Archaic and variable spelling has been preserved.

--Variations in hyphenation and compound words have been preserved.

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