The New York herald., 1922-10-06

We sit among the bleacherites
Therefore. on this. the second day of
basebal's heroic contest. Many per-
sons wholly Indifferent to the
slaughter and rapine that is going on
IN the world, are furiously excited
over this collision or two New York
teams almost entirely composed of
young men from INDIANA, Ohio,
Texas, &c. To them it is heroic
others, not SO excited. come to the
Polo Grounds because it is the thing
20 do, to catch glimpse Of celebrities,
to absorb the stir and color of a great
spectacle. There is nothing in the
world so interesting, so unordinary,
rs q considerable crowd of ordinary
people. AS crowd they do things,
say things. that they would never
think of doing as individuals off by
themselves.
Persons not hopelessly infected with
the mental arrangement plainly recog-
nizable in all baseball bugs know this
is true. They know, too, that there is
not great deal of sportsmanship in
professional baseball or ir professional
anything else. It is big, rich, gilded
business boasting OF its money. In the
crowds are many persons who would not
hesitate to injure a player if they could
do 1t anonymously. who do not care by
what tactics victory is won--if 4 is
won 1t is to scrutinize the working out
of these twists in the human makeup
that many people attend such affairs.
"A BIeachcritcs Are Real Fans
Coming back to the blea chers-there
is the place to start the attending and
scrutinizlng This hleacherites are a
cross section of human nature nakedly
exposed. all the pretty little patterns.
together with the wretched little mean
nesses that most of us seek to hide and
to kid the world about. The bleacherite
is the bug par excellence. knowing not
only the batting average Of the players,
but the names of their children, the
make OF their motor cars AMI who
their wives were before they were the!r
wives. One hears scandal in the bleach
ers. Calumny lifts it's head and Kisses.
| have been here less than thirty mn
utes and my neghbor on my right, a
clerk in a steamship office. whose wiie
had the great wisdom to select ms
week TO have o baby in, toiis me tiiat
half the players OF cne team are at
loggerheads because OF a lady. lfnror-
tant probably. if true, which u proDapiy
isn't In no time at all. just by keep
ing our ears open We hear eha- l'aoe
Ruth PLAYS 'em without a limit and that
his new car cost $4,000; that Heinie
Groh is hungry for the applause ~ the
grand stand and that Jake Rupert must
be daffy to keep Miller Higgins as man
ager. what with McGraw having so
much brains and being the best thinker
since Plato.
We bleacherites nave been here no"
for two hours and it is barely noon.
There was even fairish crowd at haif
past ten, but nobody, according to the
bored looking cops, waited all night'
At the Eighth avenue entrance ten
gendarmes soAinnly guarded the
grounds all night to prevent. their oeins
carried away but there wks just one
customer, Raymond Deeger of STAN
ford. Conn All by himself he was
holdrg the fort at daylight and con-
tinued to stand until they let him in.
One Of the first to enter the bleachers'
that curving expense of unroofed sects
painted dull green and faced with
gawdy and ostentatious advertisements
| of many wares-cigarettes, flypaper'
shirts and haberda shery. motor cars
| and toilet water, overcoats and lip rouge
| is Mr.. Bert Shay Of Fall River Mass.
| a dyed in the wool fan, hopeless, in
| curable He used to manage Dali
club and says the Giants will win the
series sure as shooting. Well, Miller
| Huggins manages ball club, too, and
Miller says that the Yanks will win
sure as shooting. IT all depends on
where you stand when you look at IL
Mr.. Shay's confidence in Giant prowess
annoys the Yankee rooters. who advise
Mr.. Shay to pinch himself, his head
asleep. Almost at once an argument
starts over whether Babe Ruth ever has
| put a ball into the territory where we
| sit. the almost exact center of the CEN
| terfield bleachers. Most maintain that
he has not and never will, but Few
anzrily denounce such ignorance ano
| there is another lively spat Red pepper
goes with this stew.
We bleacherites. OF whose existence
the lordly customers of the grandstand