The New York herald., 1921-10-06
FIRST GAME CROWD
like EASTER PARAD.
$50 Cops, Braced for Battle,
a Go Home Tired Out Do
ing Nothing.
ssCOOGAN'S BLUFF BARE
Vendors and Ticket Sellers
at Main Entrance Go
Bankrupt.
THRONG JUST TRICKLES IN
Not a Fight, or an Arrest, or
. Motor Car Jam Enlivens
the Day.
JUST TRICKLES IN

",
commanded by Inspector Cornelius ].
Cahalane. six police captains, and
scores Of lieutenants and sergeants
spent many hours and more shoe
l. leather yesterday on Coogan's Bluff
and under it's imposing height waiting
hopefully for a crowd that didn't come
- This is the unusual story of a world
series crowd that didn't TEEN, surge
;eor mill. 1t simply trickled. New York
Lefty rarely has an opportunity Of see
ling seven policemen busily engaged In
& Handling" a crowd Of six men, but
that was the sight which met the eye
J shortly after noon yesterday in front
4 Of the main entrance to the Brush
= Stadium. where Giants and Yankees
: clashed.
:, OF course there was a crowd in
,tthe big amphitheatre, really sizable
crowd, when 1t started simultaneously
for the exits at the end Of the game,
but 1t was not crowd coming In. 1t
was trickle. gentle streamlet, a
mere brook. And the cops, who had
expected torrent. stood on one toe,
Z and then on the other heel, and tried
Z to dope it out.
Its this way" said one psychologist
IN blue. as he ceased for a moment to
!. look expectantly up the Speedway for q
human tidal wave. These people have
been reading about how the stadium
holds only $4,000 and how a crowd of
10O. 900 were expected to be standing on
each others faces by eight o'clock in
the morning. SO they decide. not being
in the fighting business, to get their shot
OF world series thrills over the ticker. or
in front Of the score boards. or at the
movies. They aren't so, crazy as they
talk those birds aren't.
q whole Army Last rear.
last time there was series here
people who got here at 8 o'clock in the
morning found they could get real good
i standing room UP on Broadway or half
way across the 155th street bridge, but
: there was nothing doing on seats The
boys who had been standing In line
:, twenty-four hours had those. So this
year they gave the series the gate before
the series could give It to them"
q Whether the psychologist was right or
wrong. the fact remains that the Brush
stadium Is intact. No wildeyed fans
tore its concrete walls to bits with their
fingers in the effort to get in. 1t was
much easier to stroll up to turnstile
at the end Of the third or fourth inning,
shove in a dollar ten, and enter the
!. filled. but not crowded bleachers. Or
else. at a slightly larger pecuniary jolt.
several thousand seats In the upper
grand stand await your selection.
Here let us pause to shed a tear for
the vendor. the 1tinerant salesman who
went to the vicinity OF the Polo Grounds
lkden with chocolate almond bars, the
best seats in the reserved section. pic
t0res of the stadium. Of Babe, Ruth. or
Of the opposing teams, coffee. hot dogs
tcalled by a reactionary school OF bark
ers 'frankfurters'). pennants. home
made sandwiches (whose home not speci-
fied), Ice cream, cocoa, peanuts. pop,
flags. lemonade, orangeade. soft seats.
pies. cigarettes. American flags and
everything else which the most opti-
mistic vendor could hape to dispose of
tc care free. spendthrift. Joy drunk
crowd. For the vendors, almost to
man, carried back their merchandise,
saying strange things.
And much as the ticket speculator
tribe Is cursed by the plain citizen on
whom he battens. one at least deserves
the title OF sportsman. One unpros-
porous individual with a bunch Of
tickets In not too well mnnicured
hand. standing outside in disconsolate
: group OF newsboys at 2:30, with the
roars of the crowd within in his ears.
tilted his hat over one ear for the pur-
! pose Of scratching his head above the
other.
well. boys. it's on me-" he said, with
somewhat ruefui smile. "I'm one Of
\ the ones that's born one a minute and
I'm giving them credit for leaving me
nat"
And with lavish hand he distributed
the tickets as far as they would go
among the scrambiIng. yelling newsies,
stuck his hands In his pockets and
headed In precisely the opposite direc-
tfon from that toward which they rushed
~0reasy joe was the only name the
boys knew for him.
Sell at Cut Rates.
ocher spectators, finding the bitter
bft. sold. out at cut rate r,rfcea taxing