After 156 games, each, two more than the regular schedule calls for.

The funds from Brooklyn, the Giants from New York, have come down to the wire to where it is all or nothing.

What happened before, even the Giants' closing rush from 13 and a half out will be forgotten when the final decision is rendered as a poll of grounds this afternoon.

Twenty years from now, the fans will be talking about this afternoon's hero, as yet unknown,

but the man and the hour are about to meet.

If there is a goat, his name Lacko down the corridor of time, coupled with Fred Tarkle,

of phonehead fame, and Freddie Smodgrass, whose muff fly ball cost the Giants the World Championship of 1912.

The tension has been building until the strain has become terrific.

Neither Dresden or DeRocher can afford to gamble.

The lead-off batter will be Huey Reese for Carl Perrault for the Brooklyn Dodgers in the top half of the first inning.

Mackley, the fire, ready to ladder the Dodgers.

Against the Middleby, Newcomb, we'll pause for station identification.

This is the second largest network in the world, the Liberty Broadcasting System.

On the dark, gloomy, somber skies at the Polaro Gr grounds in New York. It's the greatest show on earth.

The Brooklyn Dodgers from the New York Giants' final sudden death showdowns,

payoff game, the playoff.

Here's Carl Froh against Sal Magley, first half of the first inning in the game,

I'm sure that we will all long remember.

Pee Wee Reese on deck, Duke Snyder, down in the hole.

Cold-blooded Sal, the outlaw from Drummondville

better enough vera cruz starts from the line the first pitch of a historic game

breaks it down side armor right down side for one one ball and no strikes

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