Evening star., 1941-10-02

inhnitive, much less a skull, was
split all afternoon.
The graduating class at Miss
Hightowers Finishing School for
misses could not have conducted
itself with more decorum than the
rooters from the other side of the
river. They patted their palms
politely when the Yankees made a
good play; greeted feats of daring
by their own team with cries of
stout fellow; daintily arched the
little fingers of their right hands
while slipping their beers, and stood
just as erectly when the Star.
Spangled Banner" was played as
they did during the seventh-inning
stretch.
This came as a tremendous dis
appointment to thousands of fans,
particularly those from out of town
who had come to the series thrilled
at the thought of seeing a man.
eating Brooklyn fan in the flesh.
Many customers fully expected to
see the Brooklyn fans held back
by a moat, as animals are in a zoo,
and men with elephant hooks cir
culating through the stands to keep
them orderly.
But the presence of the Dodgers
in the World Series after 81 years
evidently awed them, did something
drastic to their personalities. The
only act of belligerency on the part
of any Brooklyn fan came when
! Dolf Camilli was famed for the
third successive time by Red
Rufing.
To show his hate for Rufing this
Brooklynite who wore a tie with
his turtle neck sweater stood up
and heaved missile at the Yankee
pitcher. He was not bothered by
the Pinkertons, however, when they
found that the object he had thrown
was 194l copy of Emily Posts
Etiquette"
I am confident that the strange
behavior of the Brooklyn fans played
a large part in the defeat Of the
Dodgers. For years the BROOKLYN
players have performed their tasks
to an accompaniment OF raucous
bowling and bleating and screaming
from their hackers Throughout the
game the Brooklyn players kept
glancing toward the stands as if
asking when the first rooter was
going to leap over the railing and
throttle an umpire, or when the
first pop bottle was to sail onto the
diamond, or when the first Brook
lyn fan was to be elected from the
park.
AS the innings went by and moth
ing happened, hurt look came over
the Brooklyn players faces. To see
their hackers sitting quietly in the
seats assigned them, applauding as
delicately as lovers of chamber
music, broke them down.
There is the chance that the
Brooklyn fans took their cue from
the manager of the Dodgers, Leo
Durocher. Something happened to
Durocher the day the Dodgers won
the pennant. He intimated that he
did not like to be called Leo the
Lip. He began dropping a broad
"a into his speech here and there.
He laid down law against his play
ers posing for undignified pictures.
He started making late and FASH
ionable entrances into the neigh
borhood movie theaters.
He became a thinker too. It was
not until five minutes before game
time that he announced his start
ing picture" He explained this de-
lay on the ground of strategy. He
barred the press from the clubhouse
before the game, and kept them
from the locker room for 80 minutes
after the game. He talked In clipped
monosyllables.
The only thing he forgot to do
was to perfect defense against the
home run.
1t was typical Yankee home run,
a long, high one by Joe Gordon
that landed in the lap of a matron
in the right field stands that Iickad
the Dodgers.
That and the social airs of the
Brooklyn fans.
My advice to the Brooklyn rooters
is to be themselves and come on
across from the other side of the
railroad tracks and root them buns
home.
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