New-York tribune., 1922-10-06
By Percy Hammond

We collected at the Polo Grounds
yesterday a dozen or more thrills, the
report of which, we thought, might get
into print in an obscure corner of The
Tribune's encyclopedia of the momen-
tous tilt.
But we lost nearly all of them when
as we were leaving, we passed Judge
Landis's box. An irrtated mob was in
front of it, making known its exas-
peration by outrageous outcries
against him. 1t was calling him thief"
and "robber," and its dudgeon was so
high that it was giving ribald cheers
for Shutting Phil' Douglas and other
recreants and scapegraces of the base
ball business.
The judge, surrounded by the cor
stabulary, his gray head bare, his back
against the box-rail, looked out over
the peevish multitude with as tragic
an expression upon his face as We
have ever seen distressing a human
physiognomy, The squarest of the
baseball sports, he suddenly found him
self indicted for cheating in game. He
was the innocent and startled goat Of
and enraged public suffering unjusty
from the tactlessness, if that is not too
nasty term, of others. 1t was Judge
crowd of riled 100 per cent Americans
that caused us to forget the other
thrills Of which it had been our pur-
nose to write this nooroiop
slider it unbashfu and not modish to
use the pronoun 81" in their annals of
the arena, one is employing to-day the
corporate word I'VE" What an enjoy
able and modest subterfuge it is-to
say "we" in place of al" How much
less pretentious and egotistic it is to
include you all in our own opinion
with a 1--WE" than it is to segregate
ones self and ones views with an ~ -
One may say 1--WE" eight times in
paragraph and be regarded as diffdent,
but if one ventures a couple Of ''Is" in
the same space he is suspected accu-
rately of being a coxcomb and vainglo-
rious. Hereafter we shall be for nouns
of multitude, signifying many. Fare
we'll "I"! We are henceforth commit
ted to the demure and blushing plu-
rails.
Among the few things we recall be-
sides Judge Landis's haunting, unhappy
visage is the home run that Z. Meusel,
of the Giants, hit high over the head of
his brother, r. Meusel, of the Yanks, in
one of the early innings. AS r. Meusel
backed up against the cigarette sign
board and stood with helpless out
stretched arms while his kinsman' s
ball sailed over his head, bringing in
three runs, what, we reflected, were R.
Meusel's emotions? Did his sorrow
over this mishap to his team exceed
his satisfaction over the prowess and
glory Of his brother, E. Meusel? We
vaguely recall that we decided that r.
Meusel regretted this blow by E. Meu-
sci, but that his grief in the matter
was little mitigated by the fact that
it was given by a member of the Meu
sci family.
What dramatic figure is Mr. Ruth
in these contests! He is, in baseball
always climax. He represents Hope
and Catastrophe, and whether he
strikes out, or hits for the terminus,
he is an ever recurring denoument
If he muffs fly in right field he is
no less an instrument OF agitation
than if he catches it. The least of his
gestures when at the tee is pregnant
with significance, and there is as much
uproar when he misses one of Mr..
Barnes's slothful slants as there is
when lie meets 1t successfully. Mr.
Ruth performed his job pretty we'll
yesterday, though we felt like loathing
him when after the game he volup-