New-York tribune. [volume] (New York [N.Y.]) 1866-1924, 1912-10-09

full Of confidence, Just as though they
were going TO hand Brooklyn its Gus
tomary wallop, instead Of meeting the
best team in the American League.
! Hardly had the players got rid OF
their superluous accoutrement and be-
gun to toss the little sphere with deft
precision from man TO man than IN
bright and shining automobile scurried
ON 10 the field and rolled grandly up
| 10 the home plate. Perhaps Larry
! DOYLE suspected something, but II he
/ did he did not betray his feelings OF
| express any surprise at the appearance
| of the car. He waited until some one
! told him he was wanted at the plate.
| Thereupon he strolled 20 the scene OF
action, where "Ren" milford, jr., chair
man of the committee which yearly
| awards an automobile TO the most
valuable player IN each league. was
waiting. Larry was introduced to the
donor. Hugh Chalmers, and then
Jumped 10 the wheel to have his race
limned on a Photographic plate. The
rest Of the team draped itself grace
fully over the machine and got In the
pictures, too. Larry thereupon ban
ished automobiles with thoughts OF
punctures and upkeep from his mind.
and the car was removed from the field
Of battle.
The Giants had Just settled down to
work when the Red Sox, in coats OF
flaming scarlet, strolled into the park
Their dignified mien and air Of polished
culture, the mark OF environment, was
strongly in contrast with their gaudy
attire. But they bore up splendidly
under the ordeal and were vociferously
acclaimed. Hardly had they reached
the bench before the ancient and hon
orable order of 'rooters," band, ban
ner knapsack and voice, principally
voice. collected the composite stare OF
the fans" A little corner in the
lower grandstand nearest to the LEFT
field bleachers had been reserved for
them, a large force Of Pinkertons be-
ing employed all the morning in hold
ing the places for them.
Boston Likes Ancient Airs.
The other band, which nestled in the
corner of the field between the foul
line and the left field bleachers, i'm
mediately lapsed into oblivion.
The symphonic strains of the Hub
music dispensers, who had predilec-
ton toward batch Of chestnutty airs
which proved efiicacious in downing
the Pittsburgh Pirates nine years ago.
completely drowned out Manhattan's
musical delegation, which was seen by
few and heard by fewer for the rest OF
the afternoon. Maybe the band Will
win the title for the Red Sox, but less
music and more Joe" Wood would
turn the trick more easily.
With the players on the field, an
army of photographers had their work
cut out for them. The camera men
naturally took entire charge of the
players for the time being, and posed
them en- semble, en- single and en- pairs.
as fancy led. Wood and Mathewson
were caught in a cordial handshake
which lasted long enough to be the
greeting OF two long separated lovers.
But, Of course. 1t will come out all
right In the prints, and appear to be
only chance meeting and a fleeing
grip before the battle.
The Giants went through a bit Of
practice which cheered the hearts OF
their admirers. Fast, snappy and gin
gerry, the men sped the ball around the
diamond, while the fans applauded.
There was much more life to their pre-
liminary work than the Red Sox
showed
Gaynor, Foss 'et al Appear.
But who is this entering yon gate In the
far corner of right field? Who has the
audacity to enter the limelight when all
eyes are centred on the players. Can 1t