Charles Dryden, "Sox Sight the Blankets," Chicago Daily Tribune v. LXV, no, 247 (Sunday October 14, 1906); 3.

SOX SIGHT THE BLANKETS.

"HITLESS" DEMONS MAUL FAVORITIES IN SHAMELESS WAY.

Shades of Night Blot Out Dismal Scene at Pleurisy Park After Cubs Are Backed Over the Dump by Humble People of the South Side-Best Makes Dryden Think of Base-ball as It Is Played on a Loose Lot.

[By Charles Dryden]

[Editor's note - The following is an excerpt from Game Five between the Chicago Sox and Cubs that took place Saturday October 13, 1906.]

As the race now stands, the demon Sox are camping in the shadow of the world's horse blankets. One more victory and the esteemed robes will fall upon the athletes whose socks are white but one day in the year, and that day comes early in the spring.

In the fifth game of the set, played at Pleurisy Park, the humble people from the south side mauled the favorites in shameless fashion. Score, 8 to 6. What makes the blow still harder is the fact that more than 23,000 bugs and bugines observed the powerful Cubs as they backed over the dump.

Jar Binding Off Two Pitchers.

Two pitchers had the morocco binding stirred off their systems and the third was still grinding away at his boneless job when the shades of night shut out the dismal scene. But for the size of the crowd the game might have been played in a loose lot back of a livery stable. The hitless Sox rasped a down swatz from three hurlers, and eight of them were doubles. What the winners list is boots and bungles they made up in [?]

Buelbach and Pfiester went the route before the expiration of the fourth round, leaving the Sox in possession of enough runs to win. Mr. Overall, who is six feet over all, played the upper bill and still survives. He was the target of Isbeli's fourth double, that being the last hit Izzy had in his system.

Mr. Walsh, the human Spitz, was there once more with his vapor float and the deliberation of a moment. His slowness baffled the Cubs and made them nervous. Early in the going some one rolled a lemon at Walsh and the kind of ball he pitches grew more elusive than ever. He held the Cubs to the hits. The last was Steinfeldt's double in the seventh. […]