Atlanta Georgian. [volume] (Atlanta, Ga.) 1912-1939, 1913-06-27

other favorites did appear in the sta
ton they had the hardest kind of
work making a passageway for them
selves through the pushing, jostling,
enthusiasts. Finally they got to the
gate that led to the train, and with
one loud, long cheer ringing in their
ears they boarded the train, which
soon after moved slowly out of the
station and headed for the East, car
rying with It the hopes of the West in
the coming struggle for the breaking
OF the triple tie.
Band Played "Tessie. -
Earlier that same Monday night
similar scenes were enacted in Boston.
When the Red Sox jumped on board
the $3.50 train at the Back Bay sta
ton there was a tremendous crush
down in the catacombs, where they
had waited for their special car. 1t
was the same train they had utilized
in going back and forth from New
York for the worlds series games and
everyone looked upon 1t as a happy
omen. A bass band, hastily assem-
bled by the Royal Rioters, was on
hand and It played "Tessie," the Bos-
ton clubs lucky song, over and over
again until the train bearing the ath-
letes departed from the station, when
the sound Of the instruments was
drowned in the roaring cheer of the
assembled fans. on the later night
trains out Of Boston thousands Of 10y
al supporters of the team started for
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road was severely taxed to accommo-
date them all. The Royal RIOTERS
and their brass band had a special
train of their own.
The Philadelphians took things more
quietly, but hundreds and hundreds
of those who pinned their hopes and
bet their money on the Athletics made
the run over to New York on Tues
day morning trains. The team itself
did not leave Philadelphia until Tues
day morning, but the hour of their de-
parture had been advertised and the
Broad Street Station was thronged
when Connie Mack and his players
pushed their way through the crowd
toward their special car
As for New York, that city was just
as much excited over the triple tie as
II its own team was involved. There
was no time to make reservations for
seats. The box offices were thrown
open at 3 o'clock on Tuesday and il
was first come first served. BY noon
every seat in the Polo Grounds was
sold and the immense Brush Stadium
was filled long before the rival teams
appeared on the field. The ticket
spectators reaped a harvest, as there
had been no time to circumvent them.
Gay With Flags.
The management Of the Polo
Grounds had the huge grandstand
gaily decorated with flags and bunt-
ing. 1t had also provided a military
band, which played so continuously
that the Royal Rooters' Band from
Boston had hard work in slipping
''Tessie" in edgeways. The Boston
contingent occupied seats in the
grandstand back of third base. The
delegation from Philadelphia found
seats behind first base. John Nc
Graw, manager Of the Giants, and the
members of his team found places di-
rectly behind the press box. Every
baseball man of high or low degree
in the country that could reach New
York on such short notice was on
hand. They were not going to miss
such an unheard of event as the
playing off of triple tie.
Bill Smith, manager of the Atlanta
club was there. The Southern
League season had ended and he had
journeyed North to attend the world
series games, as was his annual GUS
tom. He had arrived in New York
that very morning. With him came
as a sort of valet the Colored gentle
man introduced early in this narra-
tive under the sobriquet of Whiskey,
who had been dreaming of world s
series for ten years and who had
prevailed upon Smith to bring him
along under a financial arrange
ment known only to themselves. AS
BETTING the state of his pocketbook,
Whiskey occupied a seat in the CEN
ter field bleachers directly in front
of the tall flagpole.
The Ball Thrown.
The game was scheduled to start at
2 o'clock An hour before that time
the players of the rival Boston and
Philadelphia teams appeared for pre-
liminary practice. They were greet
ed with cheers. If anything, the Red
Sox were the favorites with the New
Workers who attended the game, on
the ground, doubtless that any team
that could defeat their Giants for
worlds championship honors deserv-
ed their support.
A hundred camera men invaded the
field and snapped everything in sight.
The umpires, dressed in the special
white uniforms of the American
League, walked on the field together.
Nobody loves an umpire, but they
were cheered, too, and then they
lined u to have their pictures taken.
More cheers. They gazed wisely in
the air to note the direction of the
wind. They always do, though no one
knows why they do it. They match
ed coins, the odd man to officiate be-
hind the plate. silk" OLoughlin
was the lucky Cor unlucky) man.
The others matched again. Big Bill
Dinneen, who looked particularly
handsome in his new white uniform.
drew the post of umpire on the bases.
Connolly and Evans were the UNI
pires at the foul lines.
Suddenly the band played the open
ing bars of Hail to the Chief" and
the vast crowd stood up and yelled
From far down the field came three
figures abreast. They were Mayor