Seldom, if ever, has the national game been more closely contested than was the thrilling scramble that took place yesterday afternoon between the invincible Crimsonians and the crafty athletes of Lampy. Aside from the amazing consistency with which the batters on both teams hit to the same places for first base on errors, the feature of the game was the umpiring--truly a consummately crafty conciliation between fierce fighting factions. As we predicted yesterday morning, Lampy will probably claim victory, and hence the only official score is here made evident.
At the end of the sixth inning the score was 14 to 10 in favor of the Arterial Red. In the first of the seventh Lampy took several braces and with the untiring aid of Mr. Morse succeeded in scoring three times, thus bringing the score 14 to 13, the CRIMSON still smiling. The humorists, knowing that never again would they come so near a victory, refused to let their opponents take their bat in the last of the seventh, and, satisfied with this near approach to victory, Lampy limped from the field.
Thus it can be seen by anyone who knows anything about the national game, the CRIMSON won a hard-earned victory. Never before in the history of baseball was there such--well-friendly umpiring. Mr. Butler was Prudential and the very soul of official dignity. Mr. Morse was positively graceful in his gestures to silence those who held other opinions than his. The most thrilling moment of the struggle, when things looked hard for the Funny Fellow, was when Mr. Butler, raising his other hand, shushed the clamoring crowd, and sweetly, but firmly, remarked: "Strike one! batter up!"