Women, who never went to a baseball game in the days of the old Seals, have
been turning out this spring to watch the new Giants. They are not like eastern
women, who have had years to take baseball or leave it alone. They are new to
the game and—the sooner Organized Baseball realizes this the better—have
hatfuls of reactions. As a matter of fact, there are some changes they would
like to see made.
correspondent of this magazine tells us he was walking toward the ball park
entrance the other day when he heard a querulous note from a lady behind him.
"Why do we have to walk all the way to the corner?" she asked.
"Well," said her man, "that's the place to get in."
ridiculous," the lady said. "Why don't they have gates all along?"
"They'll have a lot of gates at the corner," he replied. "You'll
see." "They should have one right here," the lady persisted.
"Then we could go right in." The man didn't say anything.
Soon afterward our
correspondent settled himself behind another couple in the stands. "Why do
the umpires wear those heavy, dark-blue suits?" asked the lady, making a
quick mental note of several changes that ought to be made as soon as possible.
"Umpires always wear dark-blue suits," her man replied.
"On hot days
like this?" she cried in disbelief. "Why, I never heard of anything so
foolish in my life. They ought to have nice, comfortable suits; maybe in light
everybody chew gum on the field" the same lady asked a moment later.
"Is it some kind of a rule?"
Crouched low over
his box score, her man merely grunted. Just about then Willie Mays connected
and screamed a long low one into center field just over second. "Well,"
remarked the lady when the shouting died down, "no wonder that ball got
away. I've been watching, and the second baseman never plays anywhere near
second. If he'd been on the base, he'd have caught that one."
missed whatever answer might have been forthcoming. He was eavesdropping
instead on some comments from the rear where a girlish voice remarked with some
surprise, "Oh, I see now why they say the pitcher is on the mound. There
really is a mound, isn't there? But it doesn't seem fair."
Another girl two
rows down and to the right was much more interested in the catcher who had just
missed a foul fly because the sun was in his eyes. "Well," she was
remarking, "if he wants to keep the sun out, why doesn't he wear his hat