The Birmingham age-herald., 1920-04-25

II FEE has hit such thrilling jazz ,&A pace around the old burg here of late that when we hit the hay around twelve bells and later there's a wistful, wearied longing in our dome to ramble over to Atlanta, or Bingville-by-the-Sea, or somewhere for couple of weeks of rest and quiet in the cow pastures and meath the village trees.
 When one gaZes around here there's combat, contest and endurance race upon every hand. Volplaning in the early morn, baseball in the afternoon, the ringside in the evening, political campaigns, Sim Fein oratory, kite flying, wrestling matches, deuces wild and everything just running amuck in this bustling town of Birmingham.
 But with all this rough and riot ous revelry we were totally unpre- pared for any bird to amble into our sanctum and shock our tense nerves with the announcement that he's go- ing to pull off some auto polo stuff at the fairgrounds here next Satur- day. We've seen some Barney Old fields in our time, witnessed a pair of bull fights down at San Luis Potosi, been through the tail-end of a Mexican revolution and escaped unscathed from night on the Bar bary Coast.
 And we're not entered in any of this polo business. We might look 'eni over from the top balcony of the Jefferson County Bank building.
 Really, one would be overcome with epnui aboard a transport on stormy night with the seas running high, an iceberg to the left and sub marine to the right, when you stack the situation up with one of these auto polo parties.
 The referee hunts him place in the neutral zone, drops a flag and breaks for cover. A couple of wild eyed chauffeurs on two rip-staving racing machines start from opposite ends of the field. An inflated ball is between the pair of speed demons. Then the scorekeeper be- gins to calculate the casualties while the marrow in your bones starts that creepy feeling that sets in just be- fore the patient is ready to spill fit of delirium tremens. The cars are in a blaze of riot, wreckage and debris, while the air is filled with dust, smoke, gasoline and cuss words.
 Fellow told me once the trainers gave their chauffeurs a sniff of coke just before the start.
 They are all over the field spon- taneously, %careening and caroming, and clyf f1o ho1I your breath to see what part of the grandstand they're going to try to climb first.
 It's fine sport to witness-if you're in q balloon when it's being pulled off. And then after the game is over you're called upon for voluntary con tributions to buy crutches, caskets and flowers for the players.
 Baron Bernsen told me a story the other day proving there's nothing like starting early and training them young. A young Scot and an old Scot had been playing golf every day and all day for several weeks. At the close of one evenings game the younger man said!
 "I,ll nae be able to play the mor- row.N
 "For why?" asked the other aghast.
 Am to be marrit,' replied his partner.
 The old Scot pondered for mo- ment. Then he frightened and sug- gested casually but seriously:
 Gan ye nae put it off"
 "All try" was the prompt reply of the prospective bridegroom.
 It was to be expected the first day he appeared on Redwood Field some geezer from the right bleachers would yell: s' Let Ter go, Gallagher"
 Will White and Harry. Mccormick pitched for the Cincinnati Reds when they won the pennant in 1882, But goodness only knows who the South ern League pitchers will be on some -