Charles Dryden, "Sad Slaughter of Sox." Chicago Daily Tribune v. LXV, no., 244 (Thursday October 11, 1906); 2.

SAD SLAUGHTER OF SOX: DRYDEN.

Cubs Change from "Hitless Wonders" to Demon Sluggers in Single Night.

BATS TELL MOST STORY.

Banker's Son Chokes South Siders; War Hero Relieves Pallid Icicle White.

[By Charles Dryden.]

[Editor's note - The following is an excerpt from Game Two between the Chicago Sox and Cubs that took place Wednesday October 10, 1906.]

Over in the stockyards district, where gentle deeds and smells are rare, the Cubs dragged the Sox around their own killing beds and slaughtered them to a finish. Score: 7 to 1.

In the course of one night the west side crew switched from hitless wonders to demon sluggers, and this change of heart tells most of the sad story.

Surrounded by another 12,000 bunch of cold storage ladies and gentlemen and quite a lot of policemen, the losers of the first game showed the Sox how the national pastime should be exploited. Mr. Ed Reulbach, the banker's son, choked them off with two hits and one smokeless run.

Neither of the hits figured in the lone tally, which was due to untowered circumstances. The big German lacked control, which is one of his well known eccentricities. One pass, a wild pitch, and Tinker's fumble landed the smokeless tally in the fifth. Tinker's misplay was the only error. All the rest of it was tight and strenuous. They had the Sox gasping.

Two pitchers went over the high jumps before the hurdling Cubs, who plugged them for ten bits. Dr. White was taken back to the warming pan at the end of the third after his neighbors had collected four runs and as many hits. The air was too keen for the doctor, who looked like a pallid icicle before he cut loose the first ball. Then Isbell filled the doctor's mind with dismal forebodings with a bum chuck to second in the second inning. The Cubs rushed three runs across when they should have had none, and all the natural heat departed from White's system.

Jones Unveils War Hero

With the doctor done for, Jones unveiled his war hero, the one who walked up San Juan Hill with Roosevelt and fell down the other side. He is Mr. Owen, good pitcher and all that, but the Cubs feared him out. They kept right on biffing the sometimes elusive sphere and stealing bases regardless of how often Sullivan slammed the ball. Having once found the place Chance and his men mounted the merry go round and rode it to death. Steinfeldt put his mates into the going. His pure single in the second startled the Sox down the chute and he was still stinging them at the finish. […]