Judge, 1932-04-23 · page 10 of 36
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# "Judging the Sports" — Judge Magazine This is a satirical column about baseball, likely from the 1920s or early 1930s (based on references to Max Carey and the Brooklyn Dodgers). The author critiques new rules restricting player-fan interaction as overly "effete" and unnecessarily constraining the game's natural warmth and character. The main targets of satire are: 1. **Baseball "moguls" (executives)**: Their illogical pricing strategy—keeping ticket prices unchanged during prosperous times, then refusing to lower them during economic hardship ("Please stop me if I am wrong, Mr. Schwab"). 2. **New restrictive rules** that forbid players from greeting fans, exemplified by the absurd hypothetical of a pitcher unable to say hello to his visiting aunt. The cartoons illustrate the tension between authority figures (judges/officials) and players. The author celebrates colorful players like Hack Wilson and Lefty O'Doul, fearing regulations will eliminate baseball's personality and charm.
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JUDGE JUDGING riz SPORTS Close races mean box offic interest and better played yames al around the circuits. I AM no great thrower—back to th good old days but 1 do think certain effete element has entere: into the game. Each season see fresh constraint on the player and fan alike. Under the new rules th players are forbidden to speak to an. of the spectators before a me Supposing a young piteher’s Aunt Minnie comes down from Wilkes Sarre to watch him play? Isn't he going to want to say hullo? O course he is. This y I eyes will be cen Wwe bless iny stars if everyone involved that the forth- tered on the efforts of Max Carey ball season hasn't rolled around coming pennant races in both leagues ex-choir master and Sunday schoo! once more! And it seems only the are good and tight. The American teacher cum laude, with the Br that the Saranac Red League especially, because if you re- lyn Dodgers, Certain critics deplor somesuch, were bob-bob- member last r the A’s had the his probable effect on as colorful ¢ ’ down them thar’ ice banked bunting safely tucked away in moth bunch of nit wits as baseball has curves at Lake Placid. balls before Labor Day. Always even seen. I fail to see how any team But from the moment the boys excepting a few thousand loyal with such valiant ivory pates as plus Jimmie Walker, plus the Street Yankee and Senator fans, who doubt- Hack Wilson, Lefty O’Doul, and Ike eaners Drum and Fife Corps, less think wrestling bouts and radio Boone can ever become drab. And lockstep out to hoist the flag on the tap dancing exercises are on the up (Page 31, Please) pole near Colonel Comb’s flag sn ging terrain, the old cockles take a new warmth, Each man to his own love, I guess, and I will readily admit that I will take mine in nine innings straight with a double header next day as a chaser, From what I can see at this early date, the gentry in the front offices of baseball, hereinafter referred to as moguls, are in for the acid test on. They have concentrated shing the playe pay check it still costs a dollar to sit in the grandstand and the bleacherites must ante four bits. Reserved seats and boxes will of course be on the laps of the ticket scalpers as per usual, The logic on all this is very queer. The moguls reasoned in their funny little way that when times were good, the prices remained the same, so now that business is poor (Pi stop me if lam wrong, Mr. Schwab) they don’t have to lower them. Maybe this is the Law of Undiminishiny Returns? However, I hope for the sake of comicbooks.com