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Show hurlers save Jiuiui' King withdrew to tho sidelines. Over in front of tho Sox bench tho chunky fijjuro of Eddio Cicotte occupied occu-pied the warm-up -position. Wherefore, tho roar of the one-armed announcer as hardly necessary for tho fans. "Kid" Gloasou loaned on a bat, his cap cocked on one side of his head, as he listened to the opening colloquy between Eddie Collins, captain of Ins club; Heine Groh, captain of the Reds, and tho umpires. Pat Moran also listened lis-tened in. "sad-eyed fans watch veteran pitcher step out and youth step in . i Wise Old Birds Solemnly Shake Their Heads as Eddie Cicotte Passes Behind Screen and Jimmy Ring Take Up Place in Spotlight; Moran Encourages His Protege With Advice. j to attempt an entrance without ' a jimmy. Another theory which has some merit is that those two defeats over in Cincinnati Cin-cinnati discouraged the home following. Chicago is no different from any othi?r town when it comes to baseball. The "Woodland bards," an organization organiza-tion peculiar to Chicago and the White Sox, which has its headquarters and club rooms at Comiskey field, entertained enter-tained the visiting experts before the game today in lavish fashion. Charley Char-ley Drrden did lus best to explain the causes and purposes of the "bards" to us. It seems a woodland bard is a guy who sings in the woods, a fact which entitles him to consideration, because he might be tempted to sing elf.3-where. elf.3-where. Bill Shakespeare was the original orig-inal woodland bard, and the local singers sing-ers grabbed their title from him. They go out into the -Michigan woods every fall with Charley Comiskey and sing like the very dickens. Joe Farrell is president of the Chicago Chi-cago Woodland Bards, and .foe is a rich card. He was with the White Sox and Giants on their tour of the world in 1914-15 and spilled speeches all over the civilized globe, parts of which have never recovered. It is believed that some of Joe's addresses had much to do with starting the big war. To Stirring Music. At 1:50 o'clock a terrific blast of music was heard off in the direction of right field, and out from under the grandstand came a Cincinnati band ripping into the war song of the Reds, "The Stars and Stripes Forever." It paraded the field, making such ,a racket that it quite discouraged the Chicago band, which had been doing its best to keep the folks cheered up. It had introduced a lot of neat new music into its repertoire, but the old Sousa march, as propounded by tho Cincinnati band, almost swept it right out of the field. The Ohio musicians halted in front of the Eed bench and did quite a business before it finally moved off. , The Chicago band was again aided and abetted by song pluggers with megaphones. Song plugging is a vice foreign to Cincinnati, w here the latest melody is "My Dad's Dinner Pail." A beautiful young woman in a fawn-colored fawn-colored suit, stood on a chair and chirped something or other through a funnel at tins mob. At least we assume as-sume she was beautiful on the theory that she is a Chicago young woman and there is no other kind of. young woman in Chicago. An airplane floated over the field while the Cincinnati band was parading and the bird who was driving it caused a lot of palpitations in the stands. The early afternoon of a day in a world series game is no time for an airplane air-plane to be turning somersaults over the heads of nervous gentlemen. Brave Ohioans There. The Eeds got a "razz" from the home crowd when they came upon the field, but a cheer from the distant left field bleachers indicated that there were some daring Ohioans out there among the local unwashed. A flock of Red pitchers tossed the ball about in front of the Red bench. Jimmy Ring and Hod Eller were closely close-ly inspected by Pat Moran as their right arms rose and fell. When game time approached and the Sox were at their fielding practice, all the Red BY DAMON RUNYON. Universal Service Staff Correspondent. COMISKEY PARK, Chicago, Oct. 4. There sat in the grandstand at Comiskej- park this afternoon, watching the moving drama, of world's series events, a number of dwellers in that dour, middle-aged region re-gion of sport that thev call "Hasbeen-ville." "Hasbeen-ville." There was Christy Mathewson, once monarch of all the baseball pitchers. There was Johnny Evers, who reigned in his day over second base and over -..second basemen. There were half a v- dozen others who had been kings in ',' their times, and in whose ears had r sounded the wild applause of the crowd. Sitting, up there they watched, with singular expressions on their faces, as the shadow of another once great baseball base-ball figure passed across and on behind the scene, almost unnoticed as the 30,000 people in the stands rose to stare at a boy who was leaving the field in the uniform of Cincinnati Reds. . A new hero had come into the game. An old one was slipping quietly through a cubby hole on the other side of the yard. Evers glanced at Mathewson and Evers shook his head. ,?so word passed between them but there was a world of meaning in the gesture. Better than any others in all that great crowd, perhaps, they knew the feelings of Eddie Cicotte, the veteran pitcher of the White Sox, as he left the field, leaving the glory of victory to Jimmy Rins, the newest star. They knew something, loo, of the feelings of young Jimmy Ring, fresh from his triumph of 2 to 0 over the older pitcher and the White Sox. They, too. once lived the same hours. Cicotte's own mishaps caused his defeat de-feat this afternoon in the fourth game of the series in which the Reds have won three runs. Two bad errors in one inning, probably due to over-anxiety over-anxiety as much as anything else. It was "tough luck." It was a happening happen-ing as unfortunate as had ever befallen a pitcher in a world series. They were writing Cicotte's baseball epitaph after the fourth inning of the first game in Cincinnati and his epitaph was "all through." Beats Himself. , Yet Cicotte today pitched masterly hall. He pitched with all his old-time cunning and skill. 'Then came that al-v al-v most wicked twist of luck in his own hand which brought about his defeat. 't Between innings this afternoon a pa-i pa-i ternal little scene was being enacted ! over the Red bench. The red-faced, erav-haired Pat Moran. leader of the : Reds, was constantly talking to young ; Jimmy Ring as a father might talk : to a son. The voice of the Cincinnati ;, manager could be heard on almost every ' ball pitched by the lad, who was a T Brooklyn schoolbos' a couple of years I. back. It wa3 always the voice of encour- agement. Moran has raised Ring, so to speak, to one of his best pitchers this year after Jimmy had started on what looked as if it might be that interminable in-terminable round of the leagues that is ; often the portion of baseball's young. Uncle Wilbert Robinson found him in Brooklyn and first took him south with the club from that citv. Then - - the New York Yankees had Ring for a time. Next came a period in the t minor leagues, but finally Jimmy fell i into the fatherly hands of Moran. t Even Moran was disposed to send 5 him back to the bushes for further seasoning sea-soning last spring when it was found 3 that certain clubs would not waive on him. So Jimmy remained with the Reds and Pat Moran became his teacher. He taught him. first of all, the secret of control. This was Ring's greatest asset during the closing stages of the National league rice when he began achieving some fame as a hard luck pitcher because of the tight games in which he often came out on the los-t los-t ing end. Bad Luck to Good. ' Here is another one of those strange ; caprices of baseball. The hard luck suddenly becomes the good luck pitcher of the world series, for, barring a slight margin in hits, Ring was not greatly superior to his veteran Opponent this : afternoon. V He had forgotten Moran 's lesson of " control. He hit two batsmen and walked a couple. His delivery was hit t hard enough by the Sox but only three blows went safe. Yet even when he seemed very unsteady the voice of loran carried to his ear , soothingly and encouragingly. Behind him the Reds played magnificently. magnifi-cently. Far and wide ranged Neale and Duncan, after what seemed certain hits, while the infield held tightly against every assault. It will be said that it was "a tough game for Cicotte to lose," and that is true, but the Cincinnati Cin-cinnati club put up a wonderful exhibition exhibi-tion of defense. The old "shine ball king" called on his every resource. He worked with every pound of strength in his body. He was desperate. Even the most feverish Cincinnati rooter, while glorying in Ring's success, suc-cess, could not help feeling some sympathy sym-pathy for the veteran as he made his last stand. It was another hot broiling day. The suspicion is growing in thefo parts that the weather is crossing the season worse than the baseball dope is crossing the noble experts. Most people have hitherto supposed that there was something iu the statutes stat-utes of the state of Illinois requiring a chilly atmosphere in Chicago during a world's series, but it seems (this is an error. The sun was doing business at his old stand this afternoon, and soon forced all hands right down to their suspenders. The b'enrhcrs and stands were piled with modish shirtings. Big Crowd Present. The vacant places of yesterday over on the right field side were soon ob-bterated. ob-bterated. The hob'rs of reserved seats were more leisurely iu their arrival. ar-rival. ' "Tip" O'Neil, business manager of .",'lie Sox, and former president of the ."" estern league, has a theory about 'those gaping spaces of yesterday. ' "Tip" thinks it was because the newspapers news-papers had kept gabbing about crowds waiting in line until some of the loyal insects decided it was useless for them |