The Perils of Rooftop Baseball Fans
When an amateur bleacher made of nailed cleats gave way, two men plummeted twenty-five feet to the sidewalk, triggering a panic among hundreds of spectators clinging to city infrastructure.
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TACOMA, April 17.—H. Potter, a blacksmith, and W. H. Raleigh, a carpenter, this afternoon watched the Tacoma and Seattle league teams play ball from the roof of a nearby blacksmith shop. During the fourth inning, while Seattle was drubbing Tacoma, a cleat nailed to the roof—against which the men braced their feet—gave way. The two men slid from the roof and fell twenty-five feet to the plank sidewalk below. Potter was not seriously injured, but Raleigh, aged 34, was knocked unconscious with a broken left wrist and arm.
During the league games in this city, the housetops, telegraph, and electric light poles in the vicinity of the ball park swarm with boys and men. Occasionally, a woman ventures to witness the game from the top of her own or a friend's house. This afternoon, after Raleigh and Potter fell and were reported killed, the flock of spectators on housetops and poles descended to the ground, some being actually driven to do so by solicitous parents, relatives, or friends.
“During the league games in this city the housetops, telegraph and electric light poles in the vicinity of the ball park swarm with boys and men.”
Watching events from precarious urban perches remains a recurring thrill-seeking behavior in modern Seattle, though the 1892 hazard of wooden cleats and telegraph poles has been replaced by more modern infrastructure risks. This story highlights the intense, sometimes dangerous, civic passion for amateur and minor-league baseball that defined the city’s social life long before modern stadiums existed.
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