New-York tribune. [volume] (New York [N.Y.]) 1866-1924, 1916-10-07
BOSTON AGOGGER
THAN LAST YEAR
OVER BIG SERIES
F. P. A., However, Has
Hard Time Placing a
Bet on Outcome.
By F. P. A.

Boston, Oct. 6.-"Well, WE'LL" greeted
Dulcines, as her friend Vivienne
bumped into her near the Public, in
manner of speaking, Library this even
ing. "It's a small world, after all"
at is" said Vivienne, "but it isn't a
small world series"
And that-without using up lot OF
expensive white paper and running up
ruinous telegraph bills-is the situa-
ton.
For Boston is a little sgogger than
il was last year. in spite of the fact
that some Of the newspapers then
printed stories to the effect that not
only was the town all agog, but also
that both teams awaited the umpire
cry of "Play BALI" Not TO add that all
roads lead to Braves Field.
Betting at Low Ebb.
Your correspondent is in a position
to know a good many things about this
night before the game stuf-a good
many things that never have been
printed. One of them concerns the
stories about odds and wagers. Your
correspondent, hoping that the better
team will win the series and being
willing to give odds at the alluring
melody of to 8 that it would-though,
of course, Brooklyn may astonish all OF
us-walked through the l o'clock train
from end TO end and vice versa this
afternoon.
Thousands Of men-most OF whom
were in the dining car-had no idea
how the bets were being laid. Not one
had made bet himself. Even Mr.. Ring
W. Lardner, a daredevil gambler II
ever one lived, refused to bet on
Brooklyn.
Mr.. Lardner detrained at New London
for moment 10 wire his newspaper,
The Niles (Mich.) Courier" a SEN
tence he had been muttering TO HIM
self from Pelham Manor to South Nor
walk. Thank God for the Giants" he
tclegraphed; they kept us out OF
Philadelphia"
Other prominent gamblers would
not bet, and were heard to say that,
put it to them like that, no, they
didn't know of any bets that really
had been made. And yet in all the
papers tomorrow morning you will
see how Boston money went begging,
or was quickly snapped up, or some
thing like that.
Only one actual wager has been
made thus far. Mr.. Samuel Merwin,
of Concord, who motored in with Mrs.
Merwn and Mr.. and Mrs. Philip
Baily, of Walpole. Mass, and gave
birthday party-Mr. Merwin doesn't
begin TO look his twenty-nine sum-
mers-took the short end of an to
) bet with your correspondent.
Picks Carmine Hose.
Mr.. Merwin chose the Brooklyns,
or, as they are called in honor of
their first baseman, Mr.. Ebbets, the
Robins. Your correspondent chose, as
can easily be seen by using the re-
ductio ad absurdum method, the
Carmine Hose, or, as they are termed
in the vernacular, the "Bostons." De-
tails of this wager are given be-
cause 1t was the only bet actually
made. so far as known, and because
folks who lose bets TO your corre-
spondent have the darndest habit Of
forgetting.
On the eve Of battle, as should have
been said at the start, the teams seen.
TO be evenly matched. Both managers
are intent on winning and all the play
ers are keyed up to the last notch.
The Red Sox are confident, but the
Robins are equally dauntless. The Clan
of Carrigan is anxious to maintain its
spotless record, while the Crew of Rob
inson is frantic to wrest the premier
honors away from (Wire-Hey, lay off
that stuff. That's what Rice, O'Neill
and Macbeth are writing Sporting
Editor the unbeaten champions Of the
world.
In short, your correspondent thinks
Brooklyn amt got chance, and that
it'll be lucky if it gets one game.
Later-Betting continues quiescent
Nothing can be heard but the sounds
OF the hotel harpsichord playing that
quaint old Colonial air "On the Beach
at Waikiki" And yet, as previously
has ben limited, all is just as agog as
anything.