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Show EDDIE CTCCTTS, Wait a Sox star pitcher, who wss battered off tho mound in opening game of world's series. ( , CINCINNATI ONE HUGE MASS OF DELIRIOUSLY HAPPY BASEBALL FANS After Years of Waiting, Ohio City's Dream of a Real, Sure-enough Winner Seems About to Be Fulfilled; First Game, While Just Like Any Ordinary One in Many Respects, Proves Anything But Tame to Assembled Red Rooters. I- ; s" - I ' ' ' ' i v ! "K h 1 , - . W' ';,V , " ' i lt V '- - . 4 1 )' V 1 , '1 IP ' - ' 4i I " -V- -, V i h By DAMON RU N YON, Universal Service Staff Correspondent. CINCINNATI. Ohio, Oct. 1. Dreams do come true. Little dreams and big dreams come to pass, however the scoffers may deny It. v Now on the banks of the old V river this night a whole city Is happy in '-"t- the realization of a big dream gloriously ..-S''" happy, hoarsely happy. 1 ' The Reds won the first game of the world's secies. Tho Reds beat the Chicago White Sox. TIu: score was 9 to 1. Be off with you, skeptics, now! Be off with you! Cincinnati's dream camo tru! Let these who hold there are brighter dreams than a dream of basobail greatness gazo upon and listen to this sturdy old midwestern town tonight, to their confusion. Didn't everybody say the dream was nonsense1 Didn't everybody say the Reds couldn't possibly win? Experts, ball players and fans didn't they all laugh every year for fifty years? Cincinnati will tell you jthey did. Didn't they tell you Pat Moran's ball club was made up of cas toffs the leavings; in short, the off seourings of baseball, and that it was just a sort of a baseball joke, as compared com-pared to the million-dollar club that represents rep-resents Chicago? Cincinnati will tell you they did. CintI never tires of the telling, in fact, but all ' the time they were saying those things about the Reds, Cinti was secretly dreaming dream-ing the great dream that was realized at Red land field this afternoon, with thirty some odd" thousand pop-eyed, breathless Cincinnati people looking on. So Cintl whoops tonight, and Cinti sings. H may not have another night, but this night belongs to the queen city and to the oueen city's Reds. Old-fashioned baseball language is apt to be a bit extravagant. Yet the old-fashioned old-fashioned language which speaks casually of "slaughter" and "annihilation" with ' reference to one-sided baseball defeats best describes the realization of Cinti's d earn today. Make Quick Work of Eddie. We'll use the word "slaughter." It was a baseball slaughter of Chicago's club. ' A' baseball fan does not have to go beyond be-yond the score to know that. In the fourth inning the Reds battered Eddie Cicotte, the star pitcher of the American league, for five runs. They drove him from the box. After that the White Sox were never in the hunt, lou have seen better baseball games on tne town lots. Only the fact that this game - was the realisation of a grand and mag-jj mag-jj nificent dream lifts it above the very commonplace of baseball things. There - have been very few games in the fall -. time series that has been called base-ball's base-ball's classics half as lop-sided or half as tame. . , , Tame from the standpoint of baseball, that is Not tame from the standpoint of Cincinnati. Anything but fame Tor Cincinnati. It may have bored the baseball base-ball writers sitting high up on the grandstand, grand-stand, and it may have been most dis- tressingly weird and inartistic to the veteran vet-eran baseball people, but it was a battle hectic, and a thrilling event to Cincinnati. It was one of those games m which In the run of baseball seasons would be stvied "just a ball game" by the critics a matter to be treated lightly and of no great consequence. But this was a 'world's series game a game on which hung the civic pride of two great American Amer-ican cities. , . A The score was tied, 1 to 1, when the Reds went to bat in the fourth inning. They did their scoring with two out. And it seemed to us. as we sat watching watch-ing the rise and spread of Cincinnati s magnificent dream and listening to the steady thuds of bats and to the joarmg the crowd, that across the background passed a dark shadow of a great pitcher, moving into that baseball oohvion where they must all go. Cicotte "had nothing," as they put it ' In baseball language. The magic of the right arm that carried tne Chicago club through to a pennant in the American league had vanished. The spell of the so-called "shine ball," of which Cicotte is supposed to be master and wnich seemed to enthrall the batsmen of his own league, was impotent before the Reds. . . because this is a dry town. It Is so dry that even veteran tipplers have to wear i wading boots. i There is no great crush at the gates to Redland field. The early crowd is already inside. The holders of reserved seats are taking their time getting there. Cops keep the loiterers at the gato moving mov-ing around. The war cry of the Cincinnati Cincin-nati cop always seems to bo-"Move on, there." Old Frank Bancroft, the veteran business busi-ness manager of the Reds, stands at the press gate beaming benignly on all comers. com-ers. Forty years in baseball, this is "Fanny's" second experience with a pennant pen-nant winner. Away, 'way back in tho long ago, he piloted the Providence club to a championship. A good old scout is "Banny," even if he did invent the double header. Noontime, and hotter than the wrath of a dLsappointed ticket seeker. The fans sit around shirt sleeved and sweltering. The right field bleacher, already packed, looks like a bank of snow. Garry Next on Scene. , The sun blazes out of a clear sky. The smoke from scores of grimy stacks hangs lazily over the little valley in which Red-land Red-land field Is situated, 'mid shops and factories. Beyond the sooty haze rise walnut hills, topped by dwelling houses. Garry Herrmann, president of tho Cin- , cinnati club, and chairman of the na- tional commission, comes In, his features aglow and his whole being radiating in ! the glory of gray checked suitings, diamonds dia-monds and a bright red boutonniere, to see how his guests are getting along. There Is a band out on the field. It ; plays "Mammy o' Mine." Then it grows reminiscent and drifts off into the remote musical ages. John Philip Sousa, the old march king, comes in, and the band hits up "El Capitan," in honor of the event. A lot of middle-aged memories go two-stepping back into the nineties. At 12:30 the Reds come out on the field. Much cheering. The band goes over in front of the left field pavilion and plays an accompaniment to a set of i organized rooting that reminds one of a college football game. The name of every member of the Reds is uttered by the rooters to music. Sounds fine. Presently the Sox emerge from the seclusion se-clusion of their dressing room beneath the stand. There is not so much cheering. cheer-ing. These Cine! fans are a curious bunch in several ways. They take their baseball seriously, and to heart. They are not much given to applaudhfg the other fellow. In the old days, their habit was to heave empty beer bottles at him. The Sox are wearing brand new uniforms. uni-forms. White, with their' usual red-topped red-topped stockings, and red monograms on the left breast. The Sox uniforms are either new or have been so freshly laundered that the lads look strangely clean to one who has never seen them except in their dirty, old traveling uniforms. Many Women Present. The Reds take the field for preliminary-practice preliminary-practice and get another cheer. The Sox line up in front of their bench and start tossing the ball about. The crowd watches them curiously. One o'clock and the stand is filled, with the boxes also gradually disappearing behind the frontispieces frontis-pieces of some of the most prominent people in this part of the country. There are many women present. In fact, this takes on the aspect of a social event in Cincinnati. Old time Cincinnatians who haven't been back to the town in years, returned for the series. Among these are Julius Fleisehmann, the yeast man, and Colonel Tillinghast L. Huston, one of the owners of the Yan- : kees. Ban Johnson, president of the American league, and John Heydler, head of the National, occupy a box. The band gets friskv and plays "Hail, Hail, the Gang's All Here," as the Reds take the field. It Is noted that many of tho box occupants have opera glasses, which they are leveling about very recklessly. reck-lessly. Such is baseball in Cincinnati. An airplane flies over the field and lets loose a batch of advertising matter for a theatrical event. The aviator scores a clean miss on the field at his first shot, but hits it on the second, and suddenly ' the neat green vard, with its clear-cut field, is blotched with patches of white. A crowd of men and boys is rushed out to clear the stuff away, and if tho aviator ! could be cantured he would think Omaha a delightfully quiet and restful spot, compared com-pared with Cincinnati, Ohio. Now the White Sox do a little batting practice in the cage, and the crowd is silent as the men from the shores of Lake Michigan stepped up, one after the other. They watch Joe Jackson and Eddie Collins Col-lins with particular interest. Next comes the infield practice of the Reds, and again the crowd has a chance to cheer. The Cincinnati men seem very lively as they skip across the field, and they put on a snappy practice, but it has none of the dash of the Sox, who come on a few minutes .later. Buck Weaver at third seems especially filled with a wild animation that fairly startles the onlookers. Young Reuther warms up on one side of the field and near by the stock Ci- , cotte Is pitching to Lynn, the White j Sox second-string catcher. The young- , ster works with what seems to be al- 1 most nervous rapidity. There Is the ' leisure of experience in the method of the veteran Cicotte. A young woman rushes out and presents pre-sents Pat Moran with a big batch of flowers. The band strikes up "The S tar-Spangled tar-Spangled Banner" as 2 o'clock comes on, and the crowd stands, bare headed. Reuther tosses his cap aside and keeps on tossing the ball while the band is playing, but Cicotte stops work. Finally the Reds' youngster also pauses. Crowd Cheers Sousa. Now a pudgy man walks out on the field in a new blue uniform, takes the baton from the leader of the band, makes a few preliminary motions that suddenly awake the memory, and the band swings into the greatest march tune ever written writ-ten "The Stars and Stripes Forever." The crowd rises with a yell, for the identity of the man is immediately established. estab-lished. It is John Philip Sousa. Now Pat Moran and Kid Gleason, the rival managers, face each other at the plate, surrounded by t he four umpires, : to discuss the ground rules. Heine Groh and Eddie Collins, the team captains, were in the group. The field is cleared. A one-armed man, equipped with a megaphone, dnshes out to second base and in thunderous tones, which can be heard all over the field, roars tho stations of the umpires "Mister Rigler at the plate. Mister Evans at first base, Mister Quigley at second and Mister NaMin at third." Then the batteries. The Reds rush to their respective positions posi-tions and the great crowd rises and seems to sweep them on with, a tremendous cheer. From the group of White Sox seated ; on the sidelines, so to speak, for the players' play-ers' benches have been done away with for this series and the men are out on the field In full view, comes old John Collins, Col-lins, swinging a bat. When a left-hander pitches against the Sox, John Collins always plays right field, and he can everlastingly "murder" left-handed left-handed pitching. The Giant southpaws will remember. And while the veteran seemed io pass and go on his way, a youngster was coming com-ing on to claim his own to assert his Inalienable right to-that heritage ol sport which is the heritage of youth. Dutch Baffles Sox. W alter Reuther, .a young left-hander from the west coast, pitched against tne 35-year-old Cicotte, and it. was his firsL game in a world's series, too. After one f brief nervous flurry, the youngster settled down and held the Sox safely. .it If wo were picking heroes m this first ,' ' chapter of the world's series of 1913 we ' might pick Reuther. Besides pitching with great skill, he hit a three-oagger Into the crowd in center field m that turbulent tur-bulent fourth and drove in two runs. He had great support. The Reds played with a rush and dash that must have surprised sur-prised the White Sox. It was all the more surprising,, because in practice the Chicagoans seemed much faster. In the game, however, their work was drab and colorless as compared to the Reds', but that's always the way about baseball behind be-hind poor pitching. The Sox couldn't hit Reuther. The Keds could hit Cicotte. There's the story In a nutshell. . ... Now let us go back and begin at the beginning, Let us start from the Hotel Gibson, which splits with the Hotel bin-ton bin-ton the financially satisfactory distinction of being baseball headquarters. It is a slow march through the lobby to the cab stands at the curb. The crowd coagulates In the entrances. It Is a crowd In which soft hats predominate. It is a midwestern and semisouthern crowd. The hard-boiled derby of the easterner appears only on the heads of Abe Attel, tho former featherweight champion, and tho sporting writers from New York, .Philadelphia and other Atlantic ports. Cinci Fans Early Risers. The nasal twang o the grating letter "r " as produced by the Ohioans and Michlganders, is heard on either ear, mingled wii.h the drawling accents of the soft-hatters from tho other side of the wide Ohio, where Kentucky basks in the glow of a redhot autumn sun. The streets of old Cincinnati are packed. Thev have been that way for hours People get up before breakfast in these parts. The thoroughfares leading lead-ing to Red-land field have been echoing to the tramp of feet and the honk of auto horns since daylight. It is said some people kept watch and ward at tne ball ' yard gates all night long. As a rule I take those stayed-un-all-nlght-to-get-in stories with a cellar of salt. Thev sound too stereotyped from ' year to year. It may have been true in Cincinnati, however. A person might as j weil have stayed up ail night at tne ball s yarl gates as anywhere else in the city, f as long as thev were going to stay up all "r night. They would have had the same amount of excitement. Flocks of jitneys go squawking through the streets. This is the heart of tho Jltnev belt. A Jitney is the easiest thing obtainable in Cincinnati. A drink is next, A |