The Waterbury Democrat., 1936-10-06
ankees Blame Empires For Loss Of World Series Clche
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BY HENRY McLEMORE

United Press Staff COrrespOndent)
 New York, october '. = (UP) - This is in the nature of an open letter to the Messrs. Prick and will Harridge, and don't know why l write it because rope climbing is my game and I don't care if baseball rolls over in it's own blood and dies.
 But I'm going to write it anyway, and this is what I would like to ask the presidents of the national and American leagues:
 , Why, in the name of brown-eyed Susan Brown, do you gentlemen allow members of the competitine World Series teams to go through the journalistic didoes that certain Giants and Yankees are going through now?
 I refer particularly to Carl Hub bell and Lou Gehrig.
 Before the series started these men, the standouts of the opposing i clubs, sold their "by-lines" to newspaper and were assigned "ghost-writerS." With the swing ot the first bat in the opening game the ghost writers" went to work, and magnificent is the dribble which has appeared beneath the sigma lures of Carl and Lou.
 But even worse than their stories (and that's saying a lot) are the pictures which have accompanied them. After the first game (which saw Hubbell lick the Yankees) the illustration of their stories showed Hubbell, grinning like drunk Cheshire cat, at his typewriter, with Gehrig, grinning like another drunken Cheshire cat, watching him peck out the yarn of the Yankees defeat.
 Now, I ask you, how do you ex- pect the baseball fans of the nation to consider the World Series bitter fight between two bitter rivals when the two stars of the opposing clubs are pictured as dear old chums, who are closer together than Damon and Pythias? Wouldn't it have been better to have had Gehrig at least wear frown? His team lost the game and he didn't get hit, but there he sat with an expression on his face which seemed to say:
 Good oT Hubl What a swell game you pitched, Kid, congratulations. ; And I bet we don't get hit off you the next time out"
 Then, after the fourth game, when Hubbell was Knocked out there was another illustration of their literary masterpieces which showed Carl in just as happy spirits as he was after the game he won. 1t looked like a scene from the Rover boys, with care-free Dick telling fun- loving Tom what a swell fellow he was.
 I say what the hell! Maybe they don't care which team wins, but for the sake of the public which, heavens knows, has few enough illusions left, they might make an effort to appear slightly diSpirited when they lose. And not pose with their arms around each other. May be you gentlemen think the baseball customers are suckers, and maybe they are, but they aren't going to stay suckers forever. It's a long sucker, you know, who has no turn ing. Let your stars keep up the sort of thing Hubbell and Gehrig have been doing this series, and some day the suckers are going to figure the autumnal classic, as the boys call it. doesn't mean SO much. And then they won't be suckers any more, and there won't be 64,000 people out there for a series game.
 It seems to me that if the GUS toners are willing to picture the World Series as red hot, no holds barred, Battle between two teams which hate one another, the ball players might at least agree to act if same were true. Copyright. 1886, by United Press'