Nothing ain't free...the price of a ticket to Ebbets Field
As a 10 year old in Brooklyn back in the early 50's life wasn't easy, but that never stopped me. Heading to Ebbets Field to see my Dodgers was all I wanted. The way I screamed, jumped up and down and did whatever was necessary to make the team win you'd figure they pay me to attend but no, they wanted me to buy a ticket.. That was a problem. Money was short, very short. A friend clued me in on a way to get In free.....that's what friends are for. All I had to do was go down to the 75th Pct. on Miller Avenue, watch a film and get a ticket to Happy Felton's Knothole Gang and entry into Brooklyn's cathedral--Ebbets Field. Cinch.. So I watched. It was about soldiers and syphilis! It must has been an important issue because they showed It week after week. It was an old film, cracked, burned in areas and totally boring. I had no idea what syphilis was and could care less. Week after week they showed, I watched and got to Ebbets Field to watch the Dodgers who I really cared for.. Not sure how many times I watched but it got me to the game and I never got syphilis!