The Bridgeport times and evening farmer., 1922-10-04
By DAVIS J. WALSH.

POlO CIrOunQS, NeW I OIhs oCI + Promptly at 5:54 the orange tip of a new born sun appeared on the sky line off to the East and the open ing day 6f another Worlds Series dawned clear. bright, warm and kindly.
 Another opening day. There is something about it that gets under the skin The air of expectancy that pervades, the rush for tickets, the arguments pro and con, on the re- spective merits of the Giants and Yankees, the rush of out ot town guests the feverish attempts to make one ticket grow where none exists, the scalpers droning their netarIous bus- mess in out of the way corners of ho- tel Hobbies is infectious, contagious. You feel, somehow, that you are sit
 It is singularly quiet as the sun filings tall, rakish shadows across Broadway This is Manhattan's zero hour, the vague lull before the storm A great city still sleeps.
 Quiet On Battlefront.
 It is very quiet out at the Polo Grounds where empty stands look down upon an enclosure that will seethe with life within a few hours. It is very quiet along the line of watchful walters extending from the They are baseba1Ps incurables, the kind that cannot take their sport or let it alone. They are quiet because they are tired. They should be
  o'clock yesterday afternoon.
 Those in line are waiting to get the choice seats in the unreserved sections of g1-andstand and bleachers. All tof the others are gone beyond re- call unless one cares to go to the mat with the speculators. In spite of all precautions the scalpers havesman- aged to cull their usual quota of tick cts from the cofferS of the baseball offices.
 Box sets they said were not to be had for love nor money are being of fered for sale by various smug-look- ing gentlemen who talk out of the corners of their mouths. As much as S175 and $200 is being asked and re- ceived for boxes that sold at the base ball offices for $7 for three games Ordinary grandsrand seats. originally costing $33, may be had if one cares to part with $50.
 It is passing strange, this unusual demand for tickets for an event that is repeating itself Manhattan play ed host to the same kind of q private little world series last year and it lacking when the Giants and Yankees again won the pennants this season.
 Cash Customers Big Day.
 As a matter of fact, interest is greater if one may judge by the ad- vance sale of tickets. No one may care a tinker'S tantrum about the winner or loser but the spectacle of contending teams in a tbig series brings out the cash customers and proba ply always will. They are here from all parts of this country and several others moulding Cuba, the West In dies and Canada, and they haveF just about inundated the town. So many of them, in fact, that hotel accom- rnodations have become very unac- commodating.
 Most of these worthy souls still sleep. They have nothing to worry about because they already have their tickets. Meantime the long line out side of the park grows longer as white coated vendors pass up and down with coffee and sandwiches.
 Fortunately it is warm, Sunny day and the prospective customer may discuss the merits of the situa- ton without discomfort, Their talk is of the probable pitchers, Joe Bush for the Yankees. and Art Nehf for the Giants. Bush, a fast ball wonder, won 26 ball games in the America n League this season and is Huggins' choice to bring home the victory in the first game. Nehf is a curve ball left handler. He has not enjoyed a very prosperous year but he held the Yankees to IS hits in three games last year and may do the same again. He is just the type that figures to annoy our noble Yankees.
 The talk is also of McGraw and his system of running his team, play by play, from the bench, of Huggins and his little warped countenance his in clination to allow his athletes to do their own thinking if any.
 Eyes on Babe Ruth.
 It is also of Babe Ruth. dethroned