Charles Dryden, "Dryden's Story of Sox Triumph," Chicago Daily Tribune v. LXV, no., 243 (Wednesday October 10, 1906); 3.

DRYDEN'S STORY OF SOX TRIUMPH

Buzzing Pinweels Keep the Brains of Chivalry and Beauts from Congealing.

ARDENT ESTEEM OF NICK.

Homage Paid Handsome Cincy Boy; Cubs Get the Rickets in the Fifth Inning.

[By Charles Dryden.]

[Editor's note - The following is an excerpt from Game One between the Chicago Sox and Cubs that took place Tuesday October 9, 1906.]

Twelve thousand and odd pin wheels buzzing in their lids kept the brains of the chivalry and beauts from congealing at the opening of the World Series in the west-side yard. First honors went to the Sox by a 2 to 1 score, and much homage was hurled upon Mr. Nick Altrock.

In fact, so ardent was the esteem in which the handsome and talented Nick was held that the police had to rescue him from the clutches of south side admirers. The frenzied fanatics wanted to rend Nicholas and keep the pieces for souvenirs of the happy event. Great honor comes to one who can trim the sassy Cubs in their own yard.

Fast but Not Clean.

Like the lunch hour is local shop houses the action was fast and effective, but not so clean as it might have been, The Cubs blew up on Mordecai Brown and the finger-less wonder detonated once himself. There were but four hits on a side, and both pitchers shone as high class men in the battle for the blankets. But the Sox made their four swats count and they also realized on the miscues of the Cubs.

The idea of being touted to lose on a 2 to 1 basis in the batting stung the Sox and they best it while their ire was up. That they should slam the favorites by a score equal to the odds against them is what the bards would call poetic justice as she meted out. That the Cubs should lose with Brown and King burning the soft coal stings the west siders much. But it is not always the big smoke that suffocates.

Cubs Get the Rickets

From the first until the fifth round the show was swift and brilliant. Then the Cubs got the rickets. Rohe poled a triple under the field seats in left and scored later on Kling's muff of Brown's scoop throw to the plate. That first run broke some real toe and sent a hot wave of south side enthusiasm rippling though some real snow falling at the time. In the sixth pass, two singles, and a passed ball put Jones around the circuit, and the air seemed a trifle warmer. At this pint the Sox paused in their mad career and permitted the Cubs to eke out one tally just for the sake of appearances. It wouldn't look well to bottle the favorites early in the series. […]