Judge — November 1933 — page 17: what you’re looking at

Machine-transcribed from the original scan — historical spelling and the odd misread are preserved.

JUDGING toe SPORTS OW that the repeal of the 18th N Amendment is in the nature of a fait accompli it will be inter- esting to notice the trend of Sport and demeanor of the sporting world in general unde zime of things. The last th en years haven't been particularly jolly ones. A lot of the old time color was lost when the lid was clamped down on the flowing bowl, The great names of the past i in the main those of lus’ drinking boys who were more at home in a barroom than a stock broker's of- fic of worry and drove plenty of spartan minded trainers crazy, but at the same time they managed to fill the records with a host of glorious deeds. To my mind, the sport that suffered most under Prohit football. Not in haps, but most certainly in the conduct of the spectators. The Poes and the kersalls never performed their great feats before an audience of stupid drunks. And I don’t believe that Rockne and Dorais were ever cheered on to victory by twenty thousand odd cuties experiencing a lot of difficulty in keeping their ruby lips away from the neck of a pint bottle. The amount of loose drinking at all football games has been disgusting. Lord knows, [ like a nip on a cold or a hot one for all that matter, as well as the next fellow, but if I want to go on a bat I won't start laying the foun- sports were ", two fisted, s a lot ey caused their manag ition was college 1e type of play per- dations up in Row K with seventy thousand witnes- ses to help me on my w I recall a game in Ath- ens, Ga., at which the po- lice had strict orders to frisk the they wer spectators as in, and it wasn’t long before the pile of bottles reached a_ pretty i t. With it all, how- the boys and girls seemed to have smuggled in a_ fair yount and along about the third period in flowing like milk and honey with the usual bevy of wild-eyed Southern cuties winding up the worse for wear. With repeal the boys and girls may fecide that it isn’t sm: Aiter all, the best drink ball game rt to be stewed, at a cold foot- a thermos bottle full of hot with a dash ¢ n old th what you like, no woman looks beautiful with a gin bottle at And look at of the great names of yesterye: Marquard, Mike Donlin, Old Rube Waddell, Tinkers, Ruth, to mention only a few, wit last named still in there swinging confound the propt In the old days, it the manager wanted them at any time it was a sureshot to find most of them in the nearest saloon. All except Ruth, perhaps, who developed a strange proclivity for devouring a carload of hot dogs at one sitting. But [ fail to see that the deadly curse of the saloon ever dimmed their eyes or lessened teir flair for cor through in the pinches. Most of the players of today have spent con- siderable time fooling rround in the market, all lost their of course—ball don’t exactly nancial wizards, and the or that drank had to sneak off to spea and dives where they came in brandy—take it her lips! eball. What are some Rube Alex, Evers og sas fi KS ~ comicbooks.com