Newark evening star and Newark advertiser. [volume] (Newark, N.J.) 1909-1916, 1910-04-22

was rather u IUN-
city to see a woman watching the game
with genuine interest. A few would go
simply because they had been invited
and wondered what baseball was like,
and then they'd sit and ask idlohc
questions of their patient escorts.
Yesterday, at the opening game OF
the 1910 season, there were hundreds
of women present, paying the kind OF
close attention that inspires a nine to
do its best. When a particularly good
play disclosed itself the feminine fans
We're quick to see it and applaud with
out being nudged and given lengthy
explanations. AS yet they haven't
dared to shout advice to the players
or to loudly voice their opinion of the
umpire, but at the rate they are pro-
crossing they'll be pitching and m
piring themselves by next season.
The Days Real Hero.
Very much in the foreground. and
quite as important as anybody on the
field, was little Red" the valiant
young mascot of the Newark team.
From the top of his flaming head to
the tips of his spiked shoes-there's
more to tell anent those shoes-"Red
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| responsibilities that attended his own
particular position.
When the umpire called for Ihore
balls Red" solemnly advanced and
placed them in the satchel, closed the
satchel tight, and then sat upon it as
if he felt sure the Rochester pitcher
intended to procure an extra ball at
first opportunity. During lulls in the
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in correct professional attitude, and
when the strain was greatest he
crouched down and tensely watched
until that particular play was history.
Mr.. McGinnity only imagines he owns
the team. The real owner Is Red"
And did you notice his costume?-white
flannel suit, not more than two miles
too big, initial on sleeve, striped wooden
stockings and, by no mean least as to
last" were those baseball shoes. One
felt quite sure that once upon a time
they belonged to the biggest man on
the team. They We're at least five
inches too long for Red" This made
their toes turf skyward, but what did
their proud wearer care? Weren't they
equipped with dirt-gripping spikes ex-
actly like those worn on the diamond?
Between innings Red" was often
caught pensively admiring those shoes.
One time his inspection was rudely
interrupted by the jealous umpire, who
grouchily told him to get out of the
way before a ball hit him in the head
and killed HIM.
Women and Baseball.
1t is a matter for marveling why
Women did not become interested in
baseball long ago. There is more room
for whole-souled hero Worship at one
ball game than at all the matinees in
the metropolis. Perhaps it is because
they never have acquired h init
mate knowledge that comes from play
ing the game.
When a man sees a left fielder doing
excellent work, like Kelly did yester-
day. he thrills from top to toe because
he knows just how difficult it is to be
a good left fielder. Like as not he
recollects a time when he himself was
not a good left fielder. and how he
longed to be one.
Whereas, to a woman a left fielder Is
simply a man way off in the distance,
not one-two-three as important as the
men right near the grand stand, else
"why would they make him stay way
out there where he only catches a ball
once in a while?"
Women would never make good base
ball PLAYERS because they would never,
never have the courage to slide through
the dirt in q brand-new flannel suit
when flannel costs SO much per yard,
indeed. it quite wrung their hearts
Yesterday to see o Indifferent were
the men to their inery. Even little