In spite of the crowds at the park there were many thousand people left in the city who were quite as anxious for the result, as the most hilarious spectators of the game could be.
At Mussey's billiard rooms, at the Palace billiard parlors, at the Tivoli garden, and at the various newspaper offices, telegraphic reports of every half innings were bulletined.
Mussey's immense room were jammed to suffocation, while a vast crowd occupied the pavements and street without. Every time the report came that a goose egg was laid to Chicago's account, it is needless to say that the crowd smiled an audible assent - very audible.
At the new Palace billiard parlors on Olive street, all business ceased, and an enormous crowd devoted itself to a consideration of the egg market alone.
At the Tivoli garden on Fifth street, more than fifteen hundred excited people studied a black-board with a devotion that was most touching to behold. And every time that news of another whitewash came, down went fifteen hundred glasses of beer.
At the Republican office a similar state of affairs existed, except, of course, the one item of beer. Old, staid, down-town merchants, who wouldn't deign to attend a game, did not think it beneath their dignity to take a turn up to Third and Chesnut, just to see how the game progressed.
In fact there seemed to be but three classes of citizens in all St. Louis yesterday afternoon and each had the base ball fever alike. First there were those who by any possibility were able to attend the game in person. Second, there were those who couldn't go, but were yet able to "while the happy hours away" in the vicinity of one of the down-town bulletin-boards. These were many thousand in number. Third, there were those who had no time for the investigation of black-board reports, yet who had an office boy or a friend to keep them constantly informed of the progress of the game. Everybody was interested in the game, and everybody knew the result long before the first of the park crowd was able to get down town and tell how it happened.
This thing of receiving reports by telegraph may be a good thing for the stay-to-home, but it is very discouraging on those of us who attend the matches. Hitherto the pleasure of a match was greatly enhanced by the only inferior pleasure of afterwards telling our friends all about it. Now we hurry down town and they know all that we know. This is hardly fair upon those who paid their money.
While the game was in progress there was very little betting down town. A few small bets were made at the Palace billiard rooms on the result of single innings, but we could learn of none of any importance.
It is hardly likely that St. Louis will ever again witness such a base ball excitement as that of yesterday afternoon. Our bitterest rival was before us. We met her, and not only did we beat her, but we administered to her what has never been done before, we believe, to any professional nine, viz., seventeen consecutive whitewashes. "Picture it, think of it then if you can," - self-plumed Chicago, with seventeen coats of lime laid on one after another by St. Louis. It is well.
-St. Louis Republican, May 9, 1875
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