The Seattle star. [volume] (Seattle, Wash.) 1899-1947, 1917-04-25

4 hours transportation schedules.
I pockeibooks and language of the
( American people FOR nearly half OF
each year.
I ] never read the sporting page Of
the paper ! don't care who wins
and have attended Just one base.
ball game IN my life until yester.
day and the only reason went
yesterday Was because there was
. vacancy in the back seat of the lux.
urious little Chevrolet in which
[ Alfred Bass OF the Chevrolet North.
west ca. was taking the editor out
10 the bali park.
\ Baseball Sarofed Her
4 LIVING problems arc making us
grave and old before our time. In
the face OF them. what difference
+. does u make whether man can hit
a ball with stick or not?
used 10 smile IN a superior man.
ncr at baseball talk. Lately It has
annoyed me.
But here was the Chevrolet.
shining like black diamond. com
Portable with iia all weather top
as limousine and with a vacant
back seat
went 20 the opening game OF the
1 Northwest league and saw our
I Giants lose 90 Great Falls.
Echoes like Drum
Cool. wet air. with occasional
whiffs Of gasoline. rough board
benches. and floors and stairways
that echo like q monstrous drum
under tho tattoo OF thousands Of
feet. overhead. racing clouds and a
/ flaC nyiuR below. the advertise
mcnt.coycrcd fence. the green turf
and the black earth. and players
lcaping and stridinc and all around
men gone mad. shricking. stamping
/ yelling strange things in unrecog-
nizable voices with faces Contortcd
in a frenzy of excitement
on one side of me Alfred Bass.
his hands clenchcd. his neck Craned.
and his cyes staring straight ahead.
murmured like man in night
mare. Come on. come on. come on.
come on. come on
Ole Says "Aint"
on the other side. the editor
screamed. oh rotten Oh. beau-
uml, oh. mother OF Moses Ow-
WOW wow.wow
Down in front ole Hanson, vice
president of the Seattle boosters
club. chautcd steadily his hands
To his mouth. now now. now.
there amt anybody there: there
amt going TO be anybody tnere'
Now. now. now
From the rear. Bert Swezea's
megaphone beloved, "E-e.every-
body keep quiet Make that rum
Make that run, E-e-every-bo-dy--'
It was the twelfth inning and the
score was tied
knew that because | had been
/ told il before Mr. BASS and the ed.
itor went into commissions But II
had not known IL. my breath
would still have been gone and my
muscles drawn into knots. as the
roar OF 5000 throats tore across
my nerves.
Slide Like Battleships
Look EN- over, look EN- over,
look EN- over Hang your hat on
Iit, Attaboy. attaDoy' Line 'er out,
4 Oh.h.h.h. what a digger
The pitcher tied himself into
/ knots with grotesque grace. the
/ batter revolved on his axis with
{ the fury of his strokes; the play
crs crouched like cats or galloped
like fire horses. or slid into port
like battleships. every slide record.
ing itself automatically on the
gray or white trousers.
They All Forget
The editor. 1t was evident. had for
gotten the paper; Alfred Bass had
gotten that baseball was foolish
waste of time; and 5000 people
had forgotten that the world was
nj war and that the country faces
the gravest questions OF It's history
And as the Chevrolet picked it's
! way neatfootodly thru the crowd OF
cars when the game was over.
leaned back in the back scat and
Lnew why the opening game of
the baseball season is worth put.
ting IN the paper along with the
rest Of the things that are shaping
! the world.