Atlanta Georgian. [volume] (Atlanta, Ga.) 1912-1939, 1913-06-05
Grand Stand Packed

| Inside the grounds those who had
NOT provided themselves with re-
served seats Jared badly The grand
stand was packed half an hour he
fore the game was scheduled To be
gin. The bleachers were TANNED
Ropes were stretched in the outfeId.
and behind these the late corners mad
20 find place to stand
And all this crowdlng and pushing
and 1oStling 10 see Gordon Kelly prav
his last game on the Atlanta groundsl
Pulled along by her escorts Mil
dred Dccry and her two Eirl friends
managed to squeeze through thu
crush at the entrance, and once clear
or II had no trouble I'm finding their
way 10 the box, which was in the
70" of boxes extending along the
'front.' OF the ErandStand and on n
level with the ground.
Once seated in the box. Mildred
had chance 20 glance around and
size up the assembled multitude. In
the adjoining boxes she recognized
many Of her friends. Ii seemed as IL
Atlanta society was present en- masse
She marveled at the vast crowds and
al the scenes Of animation she saw
all about her. The players were out
on the field practicing but she gave
NttNt'A 'tIAF a passing klhIllt
why. I had no idea the games
at Ponce DeLeon Park were anything
like this" she exclaimed Every
body seems to be so excited Tell
me. Jack. is IL like this every day."
Lord, no. replied Jack Oldring.
This is a special occasion. This is
the last appearance Of the Fifty
Thousand Dollar Beauty"
The Fifty Thousand Dollar
Beauty" repeated Mildred; what is
that"
That's the man the Atlanta club
has sold for 5000 He's the great
est BAN player in the world This is
his last game here. He's going to
play in Boston after this"
III must be the man Blanche said
they sold for $50 But do they sell
men in BASEBALL
Sure they do; that's part of the
game But what's the matter with
YOU, Mildred Don't you read the
papers, Everybody I'm Atlanta has
Just gone wild over this fellow"
She Sees Gordon.
Mildred ignored the question
Where is he7" she asked. looking
out on the diamond at the players.
Point him out 20 me- What is his
name"
Jack searched among the players.
but couldn't find his man
Il can't seem 10 see him" ne said
Il guess he's still In the clubhouse.
afraid 10 face this big crowd Oh.
here he comes. now. See that big.
tall. fine looking fellow Just coming
through the runway under the grand
stand That's him. His name is Cor
don Kelly"
Mildred was leaning out over the
railing Of the box and looking I'm the
direction indicated by Jack The in
slant her eyes fell ON the figure II
Gordon Kelly she gave a little gasp Of
asronishment and the blood rushed 10
her face. painting To crimson She
dropped back in her chair and COW
cred her face with her gIoved hands
Her action. however. escaped the at
tention of her friends for at that
instant wild and tUmultuous veil
broke from the threats Of the assem-
blei multitude m one Ions, trium-
plant tribute TO the hero II the
hour
Gordon Kelly looked pale and seri-
GUS as ne walked swiftly from the
runway 90 the players bench. Every
step was "a continuous ovation. He
lifted his cap once i'm acknowledge
meut Of the 6eafeninE cheers and
sa- down on the bench. where he
tried 20 lose himself among the other
players The players OF the visiting