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Tuesday, October 1, 2019

October 1, 1919. Game One of the 1919 World Series, Luncheons for Diplomats, and an 18th Birthday.

The 1919 White Sox, who would be remembered as the "Black Sox" due to the scandal that would make this World Series famous.

A series, we'd note, that wold prove to be infamous.


Infamous, of course, because the series was thrown by the White Sox, which had a core of key players that had accepted bribes from gamblers.


Not all of the players were part of the conspiracy, and a few who suspected its existence worked against it, in spite of the team being one of the most dysfunctional baseball teams every to play the game.


Readers of these papers, which were evening editions after the game had been played, didn't expect anything, of course.


It says something about how important baseball was that the results of the game were covered on the front page for those carrying papers home in the evening to become informed about as soon as they'd picked them up.

Other options, for viewing the game live, sort of, did exist, as the Casper Herald noted on its front page.


Eddie Cicotte, who was in on the fix and had been paid the night prior to Game 1 was instrumental in seeing that the game went to the Reds.  But even then, in game one, his performance was suspect and sports writers already began to ponder what was wrong with the White Sox.

Eddie Cicotte. Cicotte would be among the players banned from baseball after the plot was discovered.  He lived a fairly long life, the rest of which was not marked by dishonest or tragedy, and saw one of his nephews go on to also be a pitcher in professional baseball.

Elsewhere, in Washington D. C. a luncheon was held in honor of Japanese diplomat, Baron Goto, who had figured in the negotiation of the Paris Peace Treaty.


Goto had been instrumental in bringing the Boy Scouts to Japan, and was a central figure in a variety of things.  He'd pass away in 1929 and therefore lived through what might be regarded as the high water mark of Western relations with pre war Japan.


Elsewhere, but I'm not quite sure where (either in San Francisco or Denver Colorado, probably the latter), my grandfather Louis turned 18 years old.