The Boston Globe, Nov. 19, 1892, reported a similar remote crowd outside its newspaper office for the Harvard-Yale game played 90 miles from Boston in Springfield. Under the headline: “Tremendous Crowd Gather in Front of The Globe’s Blackboard”:
"THE GLOBE had 'the people' on both ends of the wire this afternoon—in Springfield and in Boston. How they bustled and hovered about the bulletin board erected in front of the office on which the artist in chalk was writing in a free, bold hand the condensed dispatches which were ticked off by the lightning machine operator of the telegraph upon the same exalted perch.
"It was with a celerity suggestive of the same space-annihilating fluid, that the people flocked to the free and reliable news exchange opened for this occasion by the people’s paper. Like the surging sea they swayed back and forth, the murmurs of discontent and the glad acclaims of satisfaction, as the condition of the play influenced their feelings, sounding not unlike the distant boom of the surf in some cases: while in others the clear glad shout of victorious hilarity went with electrifying effect, reverberating away over the heads of the people North, South, East and West.
"It was THE GLOBE’s university in full session. It was a cosmopolitan crowd. The lad of 12, the youth of 18, the man of 35, the man of family, the bachelor, the moneybags, the bohemian, the man of much money and many estates, the—the—well, everybody was there."
While this is a similar idea, I think this would be more akin to the idea of a playograph or gridgraph. They saw use into the ~1930s when radio became more widespread.
Still impressive that people would go to watch a game that way!
Sure, but there is a game to watch where they are sitting.
One of my best memories came at a game between Christmas and New Year's when my Dad, multiple brothers, BIL, and our sons attended a game together at Lambeau. We loaded up with gear and beer (not the sons) and cheered early in the 3rd quarter when it began snowing. I doesn't get better than snow at Lambeau.
The Boston Globe, Nov. 19, 1892, reported a similar remote crowd outside its newspaper office for the Harvard-Yale game played 90 miles from Boston in Springfield. Under the headline: “Tremendous Crowd Gather in Front of The Globe’s Blackboard”:
"THE GLOBE had 'the people' on both ends of the wire this afternoon—in Springfield and in Boston. How they bustled and hovered about the bulletin board erected in front of the office on which the artist in chalk was writing in a free, bold hand the condensed dispatches which were ticked off by the lightning machine operator of the telegraph upon the same exalted perch.
"It was with a celerity suggestive of the same space-annihilating fluid, that the people flocked to the free and reliable news exchange opened for this occasion by the people’s paper. Like the surging sea they swayed back and forth, the murmurs of discontent and the glad acclaims of satisfaction, as the condition of the play influenced their feelings, sounding not unlike the distant boom of the surf in some cases: while in others the clear glad shout of victorious hilarity went with electrifying effect, reverberating away over the heads of the people North, South, East and West.
"It was THE GLOBE’s university in full session. It was a cosmopolitan crowd. The lad of 12, the youth of 18, the man of 35, the man of family, the bachelor, the moneybags, the bohemian, the man of much money and many estates, the—the—well, everybody was there."
While this is a similar idea, I think this would be more akin to the idea of a playograph or gridgraph. They saw use into the ~1930s when radio became more widespread.
Still impressive that people would go to watch a game that way!
Those boys sure wrote purdy back then.
As one of my long-term little projects, I'm collecting passages from articles that use archaic language. This one belongs in that collection.
CFL fans still sit outside in the cold, especially during playoff time in November.
Sure, but there is a game to watch where they are sitting.
One of my best memories came at a game between Christmas and New Year's when my Dad, multiple brothers, BIL, and our sons attended a game together at Lambeau. We loaded up with gear and beer (not the sons) and cheered early in the 3rd quarter when it began snowing. I doesn't get better than snow at Lambeau.