The Topeka state journal. [volume] (Topeka, Kansas) 1892-1980, 1917-10-09
New York Fans Cheerfully
Wait To Get Tickets.
One Man Gets Start in Life
Thru Selling Place.
BY HUGH BAILLIE.

( New York, oct. 9.-"Ah, it's a nip
ping and eager air, it's bitter cold
the wind cuts like a knife" remarked
w. Shakespeare a few hundred years
back. and a thousand-odd loyal Giant
supporters echoed the bard's senti-
ments today as they hunched around
the Polo grounds gates.
] But what cared Frank z. Flint for
the chill zephyrs, even if they did
whistle Jelly thru the holes in his
shoes. Frank, his clothes tattered. his
blanket Tapping in the breeze, chung
tightly to his place, No. l in the line
up for bleacher seats, and meditated
On getting a new start in life on the
SO he expected to get on the sale of
his place Flint said frankly he cared
raught for baseball, but that his over
coat was in pawn for $2.39. He wants
to get it out and have something left
over for the winter.
Among those present when a misty
dawn broke over the scheme of the
third worlds series game, was a large
Ethiopian person.
"Nobuddy can have this chile's
place in line" he warned loudly. "Ah
came on a Pullman all the way from
Nowth Ca'lina to see dissere game"
Was on Pullman!
You can ON a Pullman?'' asked
"Yassuh ON it. is right ON the
Roof of it, that's where All was. Oh,
buy!"
A crowd of several hundred of the
faithful started the polo ground line
up in the cleaning light. In the line
of patient walters were two boys in
khaki, Dolland Hollier, of Los An
geles and Hugh Cooper, of Chicago.
They managed to get leave from their
camp in Allentown, Pa, to see the
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the shivering fans all night with jolly
ditties, such as Down Among the
Dead Men" and More Work for the
Undertaken" Most of the night
ing to sit on. Embryo merchant
princes made a handsome thing re-
failing soap boxes. The huckster of
bow-wow sandwiches also profited
F. Smith, of Onondaga, N. Y, de-
clared at dawn today that baseball
had salt baths and massage frazzled
as a sure cure for rheumatics. His
testimonial follows:
Il was bed ridden six years with
rheumatism. Nothing helped me.
that the Giants and Sox would play
for the championship. And I put on
my pants and walked. Here I am"
Free Coffee to Fans.
James V. Mckinley, Portland, Ore,
and Fred Bigelow, Hamilton, Ont
were others who greeted the clammy
morning tide with frosted whiskers
and wet feet. Some unknown and
unsung philanthropist somewhere in
New York can declare himself a can
didate for president on the baseball
ticket tomorrow and be elected with
ridiculous ease. He is the kind soul
who, armed with a bucket of coffee
and a ladle, passed among the fans
during the night-when the rain drip
ped stea dily-and fed them steaIning
hot coffee-FREE!
With the first streaks of daylight
the ladies hogan to arrive. They
showed that they expect equal rights
with the men by fighting for pre-
carious toeholds on mobbed street
cars and capturing advantageous
places in line with perfect "elan''-as
the war correspondents say.
BY $50 a. m. the lines had stretched
away up the hill and around the cor
ner. The beetling crest of Coogan's
bluff was crowned with umbrellas and
derby hats, The peanut vendors
whistles began to sing their siren
songs-the hawkers to cry their wares