As the players came from the clubhouse for practice, an uncouth figure that brought a titter from the stands shambled along behind them. His jersey shirt stretched across his missive body like a drumhead, and his arms dangled through its sleeves. He dragged himself across the field bashfully, every angle of his frame exaggerated and emphasized and the stands tittered again. The great Cap Anson saw Young. "Is that the phenom?" he asked with a sneer... The gaunt figure lost its uncouthness as he warmed to his work, and the ball shot to the catcher's thin glove with a crack that betokend even greater speed then the flash of the sphere in the sunlight. The game began and the Chicago batters strode to the plate arrogant and confident. And one after the other, they threw down their bats and returned to the bench puzzled and baffled... Young grew even more effective as the innings passed, and Chicago left the field beaten and blind with rage. Then the crowd, which had laughed at the unique figure of the new pitcher, arose in a mass and gave him an ovation. - The Sporting Life