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Show IP FELSCH FUST -TO illl MIL His Homer Brings Him to Footlights as King of the Hour. By AETHUE STEUWE. D' International Xews Service. CHICAGO, Oct. 6. with the score so close that the slightest break might have put the Giants on even terms, the Sox began their half of the fourth with their best bliuliteoners up. Jackson cracked a hard fly to Burns. Then Hap Felsch, terror of American leaftue twlrlers, swuns: his club vigorously. He caught one of Bailee's puzulinfr cross-fire slants -with all his powers. The ball cAmo over about waist high. It left tho bat at a high angle. The crowd let out a roar at tho Impact, which sounded for all tho world like a sharp crack of llghtninff out of a black sky. Burns In left and Kauff in center knew Instantlv what that terrific swat meant. J They dashed madly for the far eiiQf their field. They went as far as il plavlntf field allowed. Kauff reached fi. over the low railing: in front of the bleachers. But the boll soared Kracefully far above his hands and his head and dropped twenty fest back of the rail In a crowd of frenzied White Sox rooters. The arms of the Giant fielders drooperl listlessly to their sides. They had tried hard. They had gone to the fartherest limit. But the power behind that blow at the plate had been too srreat. Felsch meanwhile had dashed to first. He was roundintr second when the sphere nestled Itself In the bleacher throng. The crowd was In pandemonium. The .Sox team were gathered in front of theli-dugout theli-dugout cheering as wildly as the most ai'dent fan. Kid Gleason, coaching at third, put up his hands to let the runner know that he need not speed. Felsch halted his flying fly-ing feet and, rounding third at a Jog, wont on to the plate with a dancing patter pat-ter to score the first home run of the series. The crowds cheered anew as the run was registered and the Sox fairly hugReii the happy hitter as he disappeared la , the dugout. Thus the first hero of the 1317 world'j series entered the hall of fame. |