The Worcester spy. [volume] (Worcester, Mass.) 1898-1904, 1899-07-15

twas great game that the lawyers
and doctors of Worcester put up yes
terday afternoon at the oval before a
crowd of about 5000 spectators.
Fortune is said to favor the brave;
she sometimes favors the philanthropic
and the fun maker, also.
Certainly the picked mines who yes
terday struggled on the diamond for
the championship of Worcester were
smiled upon by her in right royal style.
No concerted effort to raise money in
Worcester for public cause was ever
carried to contamination more for
tunately. .-.s
Public combined with players to
make the thing success, but the lat
ter alone are responsible for the howl
ing fun in it, that set 5000 hands to ap.
plauding and 5000 Threats to shouting
and yelling and roaring with delight
and runctuating the Lake View calm
with cheers and peals of laughter.
The weather tickle coquette that she
is, was in her most lovable humor in
NASAASA VI tAlC 0lleLil. L IG udy WAS DIS rare
as any that ever graced the far famed
month Of June. Cool, but not raw
sunny, but not muggy, the day was
lovely from start to finish, and added
not little to the enjoyment of all.
Fair damsels v,ntured forth in their
daintiest and gayest, escorted by
youths whose spotless ducks dazzled
the eyes of the beholder like Col. San
Winslow, for instance, hut neither felt
apprehensive of returning like drowned
kittens, although "Old Probability
had threatened showers in the morn
ing papers.
Fine feathers make fine birds. They
rose. these fine birds at the game yes
terday, tier upon tier, from ground to
skyline, and Solomon in all his glcry
was not arrayed like one of these.
Looking down from the topmost row
Of the grandstand, the scene on either
hand composed itself into a ripping
sea of color-violet, rose, snow WHITE
where a girls duck skirt or a mans
white trousers interviewed crimson,
turquoise, cerise, lettuce green, black
wave rising upon wave and breaking
in rainbow of charming colors at the
feet of the beholder.
Looking from the lower Seats all was
animation and Kaleidoscope change in
the big bed of flowers, where in every
blossom was human face that peepad
out from a background of moving
color. and was moved sometimes by
Impotence, sometimes by joyful appre-
citation. now by laughter, again by I'M
suppressable enthusiasm, but never
went to sleep or got bored.
And beyond the grandstand-what a
scene of loneliness! The oval comes not
far from being the most beautiful spot
in the city of Worcester. Yesterday it
was exquisite. The vista of emerald
turf in the foreground, bordered by it's
girdle of deep terra Gotta fence, with a
wealth of waving forest, picked out
here and there with the creamy white
bouquets of the chestnut blossom, and
beyond a stretch Of hillside in varied
green reaching up in irregular masses
TO the beautiful New England sky, over
whose perfect summer blue floated
great, soft cumuli, whose snow white
blossoms seemed to breathe a tender
benediction upon the excited group over
whose little heads they sailed in splen-
did majesty-well! it made a scene
whose infinite beauty and variety age
cannot wither nor custom stale.
On either hand of the grandstand an
out. particularly on the right, where
youngsters from eight years up to so,
stood or sprawled on the grass in joy
Gus self-surrender to the great Amer
can national game. Between the grand
stand and the cinder path was filled
in with chairs; they looked like the or
chestra chairs at the theatre, but the
bald headed row was filled with an in
nocent row of little chaps and nice
young ladies with preposterous
flower gardens on their heads, which
(meaning the hats) they considerably
held in their laps when the fun began.
When anything tremendous happened
on the diamond and the grandstand
screamed itself black in the face, the
holders of the orchestra chairs arose
to see what was the matter. They
stood most Of the time.
Before them passed relays of ginger