1926 clipping from,
A Documentary Scrapbook of Football in Frankford,
original source publication not identified.

New York Scribes Impressed by Frankford's Spirit

Over in the big town called New York they don't know that Frankford is to Philadelphia what the Bronx is to their city -- a part of the whole of which we are very proud. But Frankford did a lot of great missionary work for football and community spirit last Sunday afternoon.

Frankford, as every reader knows, has that wonderful football company called "The Yellow Jackets." The whole community is behind the team with all the enthusiasm that is found in colleges.

When the Jackets traveled to New York to win their second game from the Giants and hold top position on the National League ladder, this is what Ike Shuman had to say in the Times:

"Fifteen thousand people saw National League professional football inaugurated at the Polo Grounds with the blare of trumpets from Frankford, Pa. The Frankford fans: men, women and children, most of them wearing yellow slickers, had not only their band and cheerleaders, but also organized cheers and songs.

"They practiced yells and tuned their voices in sweet song before the game started."

The reporter for the Evening World wrote: "The enthusiasm was as great and the cheering as loud as at any college battle."

Rud Rennie, of the Herald-Tribune, was impressed by "The Yellow Jackets' band, in black capes with yellow linings, and the American Legion band from Frankford, which marched and played, and the rooters from Frankford, led by the Chamber of Commerce cheer leaders, indulged in cheers."

Guy Chamberlin's team played football that thrilled the crowd and the Frankford rooters showed them that real community spirit. Which helped to give the pro game a standing in the big town.

Staten Island Advance
December 12, 1923

On The Sport Trail With Hal J. Squier

A Message To Staten Island Sport Followers and Business Men

We have just received a letter, which we take the liberty of reprinting below, which we believe strikes the keynote of upbuilding for local advertising. The letter is a gem and local Boards of Trade, would do well to let the contents of the letter have their careful consideration.

Philadelphia, Pa.
December 9, 1923

Mr. Hal J. Squier,
Sports Editor,
Staten Island Advance.

Dear Sir:---

Dreams, sometimes mere flights of imagination often result in realities. The delicate child of your thought, the hinting of the possibilities presented by the attendance and enthusiasm shown by those attending the "Staple-Orange" classic, I, too, pray may develope [sic] into the healthy cherub you desire, a "Stape-Yellow Jacket" classic.

In Frankford, a suburb of Philadelphia, "Yellow Jacket" is synonymous with one word, "God"---a sarine [sic] at which they worship. If I were a cleric and sure of my adherents being as faithful on Sunday as those attending the game on Saturday here, there would be only one person whom I'm afraid of becoming lax in his duty--myself. Confidence in their regularity would be a virtue and my failing.

They support football. The Frankfort Athletic Association has a President, Board of directors, etc., and 2300 members who pay dues, of one dollar a year. Season tickets for ten games are issued at Ten dollars, and the price to each individual game is $1.35, without one. The attendance at the game is 10,000 to 14,000. On this basis they can afford to book stellar attractions. The Buffalo All-Americans, whom they played and defeated Sunday by the score of 10-6 were given a guarantee of $5,000. These players are with possibly a few exceptions, the highest paid men in pro-football. Stars of the highest calibre are always sought, and signed if satisfactory after a tryout. In spite of this seemingly tremendous outlay, the books at the end of last season showed a balance of $9,000. The keystone of all this endeavor is support.

Then there is the community aspect. It's an advertisement of the first water. Very few people, even in Philadelphia, were vitally aware of the existence of Frankford. Only a suburb. Business men got behind the project and the result is that when you enter it's [sic] precincts on a Saturday afternoon, it seems a thing alive. One can almost imagine, as the gusts of air blow into your face, the throbbing of it's  [sic] pulse. The feeling increases. A sound at first barely audible, increases in volume until finally you reach your destination, the Stadium. There is the heart, the source of life in Frankford. The throbbing is the cheers of the crowd as they rise and ebb with the game. Play is soon over and like a monstrous athlete tired from exertions, it slumbers for another week. But their [sic] is always that touch of expectancy in the air. No need of a subway boom here.

Let the business men of Staten Island do likewise. Pinch and awaken them to this opportunity. It's advisability is it's [sic] plausibility.

Progress, is moving steadily on to a goal. We, all Staten Islanders, know what that is and means. Let it occur to them now, that there awaits an advertising medium in the city papers they cannot fail to overlook. This kind of a writeup will be in the stomach, but in the head of the person who will come to see, and, I'm sure be conquered.

Like the fissure created by an earthquake, seperating [sic] tons of earth, there is one similar preventing the contact of sounds of muscle and brawn that could mean so much---and that's initiative. Let's hope a few farseeing ones have it. Hail the Day.

Sincerely, F.L.

The game referred to by our friend, was one of the greatest ever played by the Yellow Jackets. Carberry, the former Notre Dame star had run 85 yards for a touchdown, that put Buffalo in the lead. Later in the game, Asplundh, the former Swarthmore star, kicked a field goal and scored a touchdown, winning for the Yellow Jackets. Other stars in the game were, Heine Miller, Poss Miller, Stein, Alexander, Little, Urban, Swede Youngstorm, Gulien, Hughitt, and Ben Roderick. Next Saturday Yellow Jackets play their final game of the season with Canton Bulldogs.