The Birmingham age-herald., 1921-10-28
A Day dt the Worlds Series

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 millionaire concert impresario.
 stepping into his high powered limousine from his palatial offices on Fifth avenue, or chanced to see him standing in the foyer of the great Hippodrome at a John Mccormack concert speaking right and left to world known celebrities, you would probably say to yourself:
 There is a successful man"
 And you would be So completely right in your judgment that it would not be easy to limit the meanings of the word successful.
 Say that he is happy; a celebrated personality; a wealthy man; a man of tremendous influence in the mu- sical and theatrical world; the man ager of John Mccormack, the worlds most beloved tenor; Mary Garden. Frances Aida; himself great artist; handsome debonnair vivante; say what you will, add adjective after ad- Jective. and you will not exceed the modern significance of successful" when it comes to MT Wagner.
 The average newspaper scribe would stop there in describing the millionaire concert impresario, but along comes an ''unaverage" news paper person and digs down beneath the surface looking for the human touch" in the life of this successful man. and, beholding, finds that one of the potentialities which has been dominant in making Mir Wagner suc- cessful IS that he knows how to play, as well as to work, and that he has his "fads and foibles" just as the rest of us everyday mere mortals, and one of them is--"basebalI"
 He's fan" pure and simple, and when I mentioned to him over the phone the morning after l arrived in New York that I'd like to see him and talk about the John Mccormack concert in Birmingham on December IS, he laughingly said:
 During the worlds series I will not be in my office in the afternoons, so drop in any morning and I'll be glad to talk to you about how oeau- tifully MT. Mccormack is singing and all about his new songs"
 A few days later l received a mes sage from him inviting me to be one of party to occupy his box at the worlds series, adding:
 T have the box next to the scorers box and perhaps you'd enjoy the game from that angle. Shall I send my car for you?"
 Well, yes, rather"-though to myself for here was not only a won- derful opportunity to see the game, but to enjoy an afternoon with "mine host and charming party, which was composed of a very lovely lady. Mrs Thomas Pearson. who is a writer of note and culture, and MT. Sidney Blackmer, a splendid young actor, who made his New York reputation last season in Not So Long Ago. the charming play in which he appeared with Eva LeGalliene.
 And right here is as good place as any other to announce that Mir. Wag- ner is to present MT. Blackmcr and Elsie Ferguson on Broadway at an early date in The Varying Shore" new Zoe Akins play.
 My bewilderment at the 10000 fans, box holders, bleachers. newspaper men, celebrities, dotted here and there over the broad expanse of the Polo grounds was beyond description, for l had never seen such a sight be- fore in my entire life; shouting and screaming. the dozens of telegraph instruments ticking and the dozens more noiseless typewriters thumoing, the newspaper boys, sitting just be- fore us. in long rows. sending out to the eager, hungry crowds the wide world over the news of the days game.
 The first person I saw whom knew was my old friend, Irving S. Cobb. for whom '"rhe Great Reduc- tion" has certainly meant "One Third off" for he no longer wears his tummy' in what he calls "a hanging garden effect" and his face is thin ner and his whole appearance greatly changed since he has been Eating in One Language" instead of Eating in Three Different Languages"
 Haywood Broun of the World, who irscores" the drama and "hits 'em big" in the literary world, was there; Ring Lardner was tucked away yon- der in the vast throngs, and Judge Kenesaw Landis-while just ahead of us sat Damon Runyon of the Ameri- can and Joe Vali of the Sun and Ad- rian c. Anson. the grand old man of baseball" whom recall so pleasantly when he appeared here in baseball monologue" at the Lyric several years ago, and the inimitable Grantland Rice our own southern genius.
 There was the delectable MT. Chill, the umpire, whom one of the sport ing" writers referred to as quite ap- propriate in name after the first cold spell of weather, announcing the bat tery, and the shouting. screaming, throngs went wild with excitepn ent
 It so happened that this particular game of the worlds series. Monday October 10, was a climacteric-the Tanks ahead, with the mighty Giants forrnida hIo and r,epacins
 It was one of those games that Bugs Baer" said made your wrist watch beat faster.'
 Of course The Life of the Party" expressing 1t in truly "Cobesque" style, was Babe Ruth despite the fact that he linrped into the ring--I mean the diamond---his hurt arm hanging sick nd ailine hv his sidn and his