Judge — June 1933 — page 12: what you’re looking at

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Judge L. igen = WENTY thousand of us were crowded into the fi cent bleachers at the Yankee Stadium the other Sunday. It was a double header, the sun was soothir nd even the peanut vendors seemed to radiate a little of the joy of living. “Would you mind shoving along bit, please?” I moved down the bench and then regarded the new arrivals: a smallish man in a derby accompanied by two half grown boys and a nice looking wife. The two colored rooters in front of us seemed a bit abashed for a second but quickly regained their raucous joy aus Lou Gehrig triph i f a “Oh you, Low!” cried the smallish low—then smiling at me with blea dded, “Best all around player in the game, worth f Terrys and Foxxs.” “Better not say that in Philadelpt I said. Well, as the two games went into his tory my neighbor talked about himse One of the new poor he was. Used to belong to a country club on Long Is land. He and his wife had spent their leisure time at either golf or B e kids went to a preparatory camaraderie he a+ or on and fooled around with outboard motors in the summer, Nothing new about his yarn. We were all good guys when we had it. But I liked the way he leant toward me and said, “This is one of the best after- noons we've had in years. Look at the wife, she is ready to chuck a pop bottle at the Washington shortstop right now !" up the Hu So at last we are getting back to fundamentals. Baseball is going to have a whale of a season unless | am a bum guesser. My bleacherite is only one of a million this year. Every day we are getting more fun out of the pleasures Ma and Dad used to like. This season we have beer back with us, and the baseball magnates seem to have heard of the depr ion so more and more bleacher seats are being opened up daily. Hot de a dime and even the pli re down to ers seem to Sg _ a. re APTS 2 have their minds off those fa priced 1 want to a little baseball. Yes, even fight stocks they had on margin an Up in Central Park the debs and the dowagers are cavorting on roller skates. A skate on the Mall topped off with a pot of tea at the ¢ hotcha with the sipped their old-fash some penthouse roc Badminton is another popular game you can play on your lawn for very lit- tle dough. “That is, of course, if your lawn hasn't been planted with potatoes and other dainties with which to nour- ish that wolf, who by this time must have become an old pal of the family. The bicycle business has taken a de- cided upturn, and large bands of scarlet and purple hued youngsters scorch up no is now very als who former] Is lolling on 10 the Concourse every Sunday. Most of them are members of cycling clubs. some of which date back to grandpa’s day. Every week-end they take their lives in their hands and dodge the trafhe to get out into the open spaces. In Hollywood, the stars are now peddling home from the studio at the end of a day’s kleig toil, What started out to be a publicity stunt has turned into a reducing exercise worth its weight in lamb chops and pineapple, not to mention the savings in gasoline, ETTING back to the baseball world again, I beg your leave to wax just a wee bit sentimer Now, us never before, is the time to take little Rudolph by the hand and scuttle out to the ball-park. This year in all probabil- ity marks the passing of one, who more than any other man, has made the na- tional game what it is tod I refer, of course, to George Herman Ruth Ruth, the man who lifted baseball out of its besmirched doldrums with his bi bat, the man who built the million dollar stadium. His old dogs may bark and creak out there in outfield, but chances are with any kind of break Ru- dolph will see The Great Man hoist one over the fence and that is a memory worth having —Rex Deane comicbooks.com