Instead of succumbing to dollar mark poisoning and passing out writhing in agony, the World’s Series responded to treatment from a somewhat shopworn pulmotor yesterday, the fifth game, a 3 to 0 conquest for the Cubs, being started following the settlement of a strike of the Red Sox and Cub players.
The starting of the combat was delayed precisely one hour by the strike, behind which was an effort by the players to compel the National Commission to increase the dimensions of the shares that the winning and losing players are to receive.
An account of the strike will be found in another column. This is the story of how the lion-hearted Jim Vaughn finally came back, toting his whitewash brush and vanquishing Ace Sam Jones, who was hit like the deuce and generous to a fault, as they say of a fellow who loosens up liberally.
Sam Jones shows generosity
It was a pastime that abounded in brilliant plays, like the other games of the series, having everything in it that should satisfy the most exacting fan. It was worth waiting for and Vaughn’s triumph was well deserved, as he held the Sox to five scattered blows, only permitted two of them get to the midway sack and was as steady as Gibraltar.
It was Big Jim’s third fling at the Sox, and when he got safely by that jonah fourth frame quite a burden was removed from his idea factory.
Jones was whacked hard, the Cubs persisting in lamming the ball right on the proboscis, but his aerial activity constructed the road over which he journeyed to destruction. Seven hits and five passes are charged up against Same and after he had deadheaded Cubs in the third and eighth frames some hitting followed that proved productive.
Outfielders work brilliant
It was a battle in which the outfielders showed up conspicuously, every sector guardian turning in at least one ripping play, while the performing of Scott and Hollocher ran through the pastime like a sweet refrain.
Hollocher hit safely thrice, swiped second in a manner than made Stuffy McInnis, who was doing just what he should, look ridiculous, was in on three double plays, starting two, and handled everything that came his way superbly, going out near the foul line in left on the run in the ninth for a crack from Hooper.
In the same frame, Mann raced up on the bank in left and after stumbling twice, made a catch which robbed pinchsmith Miller of a two-bagger. Flack went against the fence in right in the first canto for a long foul fly from Whiteman and the latter not only gaffed a tough liner from Paskert in the first and turned it into a double play, but pegged Hollocher out at the plate in the sixth when he attempted to tally from second on Paskert’s single.
Hooper, Strunk and Paskert raced everywhere and got ‘em and Dode’s double in the eighth drove in two runs.
It was Scott who pegged out all of the Cubs in the third, which was his big inning, but his star play was on Flack. A ball that Max smashed at him hard took a crazy hop and caromed high to his left just as he got in front of it, but he shot his left hand up and snared it, tossing out the speedy Cub.
Shean and Scott were the only Sox to get to second, Dave being marooned there in the first while Strunk in the third, fell victim to a double play started by the enterprising old Mr. Merkle. After that some of the Sox got on, but the even more enterprising Mr. Hollocher put over things that crabbed their hopes.
Hollocher calls the turn
In every inning except the fourth, fifth and ninth the Cubs had men on, sensational support, saving Jones from getting men on in those frames and the same factor keeping the Cubs from scoring more than they did. That eight-day rest was bad stuff for Sam.
There were two out in the third when Sam franked Hollocher. Agnew pegged to McInnins to trap the kid and Stuffy turned to make the play on him, according to Hoyle, only to find that he had taken a notion to flit to second. He landed there while Stuffy was poking around to see if he had hidden the ball under the sack. A double which Mann slipped down the left field line tallied Hollocher.
In the eighth Flack was passed for a starter and took second when Hollocher bunted safely down the third base line, the ball first threatening to roll foul and then shifting its course and staying in fair territory. After Mann had skied to Shean, Paskert rapped a double up under the scoreboard, this crack counting Flack and Hollocher, Dode being run down between third and home trying to tally from second on Pick’s crack, which caromed off Shean, the play on Paskert coming through Shean, Agnew and Thomas to McInnis, who was covering the plate.