The Birmingham age-herald., 1911-05-13

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 No sooner does the bunch get seated than one of them espies a more de- sirable place to sit in, and up they jump with all their goods and chattels, and dash off to the place in-question.
 Would you mind letting us pass?" asks the prettiest blue-eyed one in the crowd, and the men, saying Sunday school words under their breath, rise and grant the request.
 "Confound it, I wish they wouldn't let women come to ball games," says one Old Crouch and then settles him. self again. score in hand and cigar in mouth.
 "Arnt the seats lovely" says one looking around, and did you ever see any thing as swell as the boxes? Why. you could wear a white satin frock out here and never get it soiled.'
 Play Ball." shouts an "old duffer" from the top of the bleachers, and all the five heads are turned to see what has happened.
 only Fan in the crowd.
 Whats the user" asks one little blonde. Its so much nicer to just talk and look about?'
 A disgusted expression comes over the faces of the men back of the bunch and one of them says:
 We're in for mess today. I bet those blooming women talk the whole time and worry the life out of us"
 Mre ply ;r +ha box. Who is that with herr" says one of the girls.
 And there's Mrs. Gay Boy over there, tco. Just think how that old husband of hers drags her out to the ball games" says another.
 'Well at any rate she knows where hubby is the afternoons she comes to the game with him-and that's something"
 "Bair and Munson for Nashville, Tan nehil and Pratt for Birmingham, an- nounces His Umps.'"
 Aren't you tickled to death that Tan nehill Is going to pitch for Brming- ham?' asks one flossy little blonde. q like his name.''
 And that cunning Teddy Bair for Nashville that does such a dandy spit ball stunt as is in a squeeze?" asked a little brunette, giggling to beat the band.
 The game is on with dash and every eye Is turned toward the diamond, eager for another chance that the Barons have got to climb up step
 "I always did like ice cream suits,'' said one of the ffuffiest of the girls, as she munched some chocolate almonds, Why don't both teams wear that kind?"
 'HThat's the home teams cinch," said Peggy, giving the novices a pointer and wishing that instead of being with them she was sitting right out in the broiling hot sun with the bleachers-the real, rightly baseball folk!
 It was the third inning and Yantz opened for Birmingham by handing sin ble to centre and after Pratt had famed Tannehill delivered a safe smash to left
 Marcan's walk filled the bases. and then the hefty Nashville twirler sent another over the plate. and Molesworth broke into the hit column and sent a double, on which Yantz and Tannehill scored
 Then one of the mightiest Barons. MT Phelan by name. forced Marcan at the plate and stole. after which Mcbride re- tired the side from Perry to Schwartz.
 Random was wild.
 Gee, it's tame,'' said one of the girls in the crowd. wish we'd gone to the mati- nee instead
 "Tame?" cried Peggy furiously. Tame !? Why it's the greatest sport in the world. Look at the interest people are taking in the game Look! Look! Look"
 And do they say that she really ran away with the other woman's husband?" asked one of the girls as they got their heads together oyer the latest bit of gos- sip. 'I hope not. I could forgive her for stealing the family silver, or even driving ,,p to the door and taking the cook. but never for being involved in such an escapade."
 glance from a couple of ''old stagers" just at that moment would have anni- Inflated most people, but these sweet young things kept bravely on, talking about everything and everybody, knowing no more about the game than a Hindoo does about Cyclopaean Architecture in Polynesia.
 It was the beginning of the seventh by now, and the home team stood a chance to win!
 Marcan opened by walking.
 Molesworth's sacrifice sent him to sec ond.
 Phelan was safe on an error of schwartz and Marcan took third.
 Mcbride ''squeezed" Marcan home, and then Munson let Bair's throw escape and Phelan went to third and Mcbride to sec- ond.
 Things were whooplng up somel
 It was Large William McGilvray at the plate.
 fat. red-cravated rooter was yelling: Were oountin' on you, Bill! Give us good'un Look at that twirier from Ohiol There he goes Look at the ball! Shall we kill 1t or let 1t suffer? Get busy MT. McGilvray!'' ~
 T wish he'd sit down and hush," said one of the girls. ''He Is interrupting our