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New York--With a determination that could not be denied Chicago's White Sox made themselves world's champions of 1917 and Red Faber a nation's hero today by winning the sixth game of the series from the Giants, 4-2.

Comiskey's warriors fought the McGraws until they cracked and fell apart, leaving a yawning hole through which three runs were pulled in the fourth inning, and Red Faber did the rest.


Eddie Collins and Chick Gandil share with the Cascade idol the laurels of the clinching victory. Foxy baserunning by Collins made possible the trio of tallies which settled things for all time. Caught between third and home, Eddie tricked the Giants into a skull play in which Benton, Zimmerman, Rariden, and Holke shared the dishonor, although the home fans put all the blame on the guest Zim in spite of the fact he hibernates in the "Bronx."

Faber will go down into diamond history as one of the greatest pitchers of post season battles. He and Cicotte will rank always with the masterful Christy Mathewson, who partook of so many world's series laurels until his wing gave out. And Faber will have more of the glory than Cicotte, because he pitched in four of the six games played, while Cicotte pitched in only three.


If Red had failed today it would have been up to the knuckle ball star Wednesday, but Red did not fail, in spite of some bad breaks which accounted for both the runs the scored off him today.

Rube Benton, who started against Faber, gave him a great argument as long as his support held up. For three innings it was a perfect battle and a bitter one. Both teams were extended to the limit and then some, for they were playing for nearly a thousand dollars a man. Both sides hit the pill viciously, but both sides put up a stiff and impervious defense.


It looked as if they were going on that way till dark unless somebody cracked. Somebody did, and it was the great Zim. Eddie Collins, first up in the fourth, rapped a nice bounder to Heine, who fielded it nonchalantly and fired the ball to first base the same way. It was a wild peg, wider than any prairie flower that ever grew, and hit the grand stand back of Holke, letting Collins to second.

Jackson tried to bunt twice, then hoisted a little fly back of Herzog Robertson came in claimed it, but muffed the ball and Collins went to third, Jackson being stopped on first. Two on and nobody out.


Felsch tapped a sharp grounder to Benton, who stabbed it with one hand and had Eddie Collins at his mercy half way between third and the pan. Collins stopped dead and watched the developments, motioning the other runners to keep on going. Not until Benton was right on top of him did Collins make a move, then he raced back toward third, with Rube after him.

Benton tossed the ball to Zimmerman and Collins doubled in his tracks with the great Zim in hot pursuit toward the plate. Rariden meantime was thirty or forty feet from the home station and nobody behind him. Zimmerman chased Collins so far it was too late to hand the ball to Rariden, who had to step out of the way and let Collins pass.

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In desperation Zim tore after Collins, who beat him to the plate easily, scoring the first run. It was more the fault of Rariden or Holke for not covering the plate than it was Heine's blunder, but the biggest crowd of the series turned on their own idol and booed him unmercifully.

During this mixup Jackson reached third and Felsch second. Gandil delivered a scorching hit just inside first base, scoring both Joe and Hap, but tried to make two bases on his hit and was nailed at second by Robertson. Weaver hit a fly almost into the left field bleachers, but Burns backed up and caught it, Schalk singled, Faber walked, and it looked like more runs, but John Collins grounded out.

Faber Falters Only Once