Dan Baker Was There

On Saturday afternoon the famous Boston bloomers played a picked club of this city a game of base ball in the athletic park. Out of pure curiosity a pretty large crowd attended, mostly bald heads and folks on the shady side of fifty.

A good many ladies who sympathize with their sex went out to see the game. The bloomer club were dressed in gray and were quite attractive though not remarkably handsome. The game began about 3 p.m.; was played vigorously for over two hours. From the beginning it was evident that if the boys did their best the girls were not in it, but still our young sports were generous and occasionally made an awkward play and let the girls in on a run. The great trouble, however, was that they could not run when they did their best. But the girls played hard. As professionals they don't come up to the male standard. The best player in the outfit was their pitcher—a little, squatty muscular daisy who could catch or throw a ball with marked ability. As a rule the girls were poor batters, runners, catchers and [...] but they did their best and were treated generously by their opponents and the audience. The game closed, the score standing 8 for the girls and 11 for the boys, and every one went away well pleased with the ability exhibited by the Bloomers.—Santa Ana, Standard.