I’ve typed up the summary of this game here, but the Chicago Tribune also added some other notes on the game. It said: “Because of the crowd on the field ground rules were necessary. Sheely (of the White Sox) hit one into the overflow patrons in the fourth and Mulligan did the same thing in the seventh. The Tygers came near doing this only once. Veach hit one to left in the second, and Mostil got it just inside the ropes.
“When Cobb was at bat in the seventh, he did a lot of talking about the alleged soiled ball, and he was so centered on that subject that he neglected to connect when the third strike went floating by.”
The Tribune provided an out-by-out recounting of Robertson’s perfection that may not be available elsewhere, so I’m typing it out here:
First Inning-Blue struck out. Cutshaw popped to Collins. Cobb was thrown out by McClelland.
Second Inning-Veach flied to Mostil in deep left. Hooper took Heilmann’s fly. Jones lined to Hooper.
Third Inning-Collins went into right field for Rigney’s popup. Manich fouled to Schalk directly behind the plate. Pillette grounded out to McClellan.
Fourth Inning-Blue struck out. Cutshaw lined to Collins. Cobb lofted to Mostil.
Fifth Inning-Hooper took Veach’s tall fly. Robertson tossed out Heilmann. McClellan took Jones’ pop foul.
Sixth Inning-Rigney fouled to Sheely. Manion out, Collins to Sheely. Pillette fanned.
Seventh Inning-Blue rolled out to Collins. Cutshaw out, McClellan to Sheely. Cobb struck out.
Eighth Inning-Veach was called out on strikes. Heilmann fouled to Sheely. Jones rolled out, Collins to Sheely.
Ninth Inning-Clark batted for Rigney and fanned. Manion popped to Collins. Bassler batted for Pillette and lofted to Mostil.
Finally, when Don Larsen pitched his perfect game in 1956, the New York Times hunted down Robertson, who said, “My game didn’t make much of a lasting impression on me.”
He added: “If I had known then what I know now it would never have happened to me. I wouldn’t have been in baseball.
“It isn’t sour grapes or anything like that. Baseball didn’t give me a particularly bad break. But I went through it and found out too late that it is ridiculous for any young man with qualifications to make good in another profession to waste time in professional athletics. There’s nothing wrong with professional athletics as such, you understand. But when they get through with an athlete he has to start over at an age when it’s the wrong time to be starting.”
Robertson was a pecan broker, living in Fort Worth, Texas; he died there in 1984, at age 88. I looked and didn’t see the typical mention of him throwing his perfect game in newspapers that would have reported his death, and apparently Robertson’s rejection of his baseball career explains that.