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By Jeff Hayes
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DEFORE the record season just
IJ closed, it had always seemed to
us that baseball's 154-game sched
ule should have been cut to 140
games. As a gen
eral rule all in
terest has been
withering on the
September vine for
12 or 14 of the ma
jor league entries.
The year 1948 has
told a different sto
ry in the way of at
tendance figures,
but certainly not
enough to justify
any 14-game in
nroau to 1 (tO
I iw iuu vuiucsis as yrupuscu
by a few club owners.
With the wild rush to sport after
the war, this has been an abnormal
year. You get the main idea when
the Phillies, a tail-end contender,
could approach the million mark at
home. Most major league clubs
play at least 32 exhibition games.
The 168-game menu would therefore
give ball players 200 games to han
dle between early March and Oc
tober. This Is more than most ball
players can absorb without going
stale. Three hours of baseball each
day seems easy work. But three
hours of hustling competitive sport
each afternoon or night is another
story.
Even with the 154-game schedule
the number of weary, injured, be
draggled ban players is something
greater than you might think. Ty
Cobb told me once that 154 games
was about aU any hard-playing hus
tler could handle.
"In the old days," Ty said, "I
wasn't a hold out. I simply didn't
need or want all that early training
and all of those exhibition games.
I hunted all winter and kept my legs
in shape. I remember in 1911 I
didn't join the Tigers until they
reached EvansviUe, six days before
the season opened. That year I
hit for .420 and stole 83 bases as
I recall it. One answer was that
I was still keen and fresh in August
and September when a lot of the
others were stale and tired."
Ty Cobb
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Danger of Staleness
This seems to make sense. No
athlete who has lost his keenness,
who has grown stale, can be of
much help. The right sort of ball
player will keep In shape all win
ter, through golf or hunting. The
spring training and the spring ex
hibition campaign has been badly
overdone. Add 14 extra ball games
to the present list and it will mean
more baseball than most players
could handle?and still retain the
badly needed hustle.
Also with the additional 14 games
suggested, ball players' salaries
should be lifted from 10 to IS per
cent over the 154-game pay. With
the record attendances 1946 has of
fered, you can look for a rousing
scrap on the part of the ball player
for a big jump, even at 154 games.
But who is going to see that the ball
player gets this percentage increase
above the demand he might make
for the present schedule?
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Roughnecks in the Ring
It was James J. Corbett, a great
boxer and the smartest fighter the
game has ever known in or out of
the ring, who first set a rather sour
example by being known as "Gen
tleman Jim."
For the ring is no spot for a gen
tleman, or anything approaching the
same. And Jim Corbett was no gen
tleman in any ring. He told me
this himself. The gentleman has
his club or his box at the opera
or track, but he is out of place.
It remained for Hughey Keogh,
years ago, to tell the true story:
"There was no high finance about
The game of spoiling mugs.
When the dear old tub from Boston
Was the King,
When we paid our honest tribute
To the other tanks and jugs
And the soiree with the raw 'uns
Was the thing.
"Fighting bade adieu to Its
Traditions lone ago,
And kissed its grimy hand
To sentiment.
When they took It to the steam heat
From the hail and rain and snow
And a champion aspired
To be a gent."
I still recall a story Jim Corbett
once told me. Jim was lighting Joe
Choynski on a barge.
"I nailed him in the ninth round,"
Jim said, "and Joe fell to the floor.
I stooped and lifted him up. The
cheers were terrific. But I lifted
him so I could nail him again before
he recovered. Then the boos were
terrific." Gentleman Jim Corbett
also knew his game.
Dempsey the Killer
Jack Dempsey, at heart, was
about as close to being a gentleman,
outside the ring, as anyone I've
known. But only outside the ring.
There he was kind, generous,
thoughtful and courteous. Inside the
ring he was a killer. Anything went
I saw him once giving Max Baer
a few lessons.
"Too can't do that," Baer said.
?It's illegal."
"Ten can get array with It anee,"
Dempsey said. "1 have."
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By T. CARTER DODD
WNU Features.
C TUBBORNLY Barney Thorpe re
^ fused to leave the office or his
work until the last estimate was
checked and filed away. Refused in
the face of the ominous warnings
that blared forth from the radio at
his elbow.
"Go home at once. The storm is
rising to hurricane proportions. Go
home at once. Quickly."
"Oh that radio," there was cool
disdain in Barney's voice, "they're
too nervous. Besides it'll only take
a few minutes more here. Go on
down like a good fellow and wait
in the car for me. You know, the
one behind Harry's jalopy."
Downstairs, on the street level,
peering through the heavy glass
door, the storm appeared worse, if
that were possible.
Across the street a light, blurred
) and faint, showed where Harry
Thorpe's cigar store stood. Harry
had not gone home. Was he going
to ride out the storm in his place?
Or was he too just delaying?
Stubborn old fools. All the
Thorpes. Just 15 years ago Harry
had proposed opening the store. He
was going to put all his savings into
it because he was sure it woqld
j be a grand success.
Equally positive it would be a ter
j rible blunder Barney told him pro
fanely not to. Warned him he was
courting disaster.
Harry was stubborn, opened the
store and now still had his original
jalopy. Barney was stubborn, swore
that his brother was a fool, and
bought himself a new car every
year, when there were cars. Not
because he needed one but because
he wanted it for a purpose.
Safe on an npper landing on the
side of the building, I stopped.
And that purpose? Every day he
parked that car right behind Har
? ry's jalopy just to prove how right
he, Barney, was.
A heavy hand on my arm. Not
having heard a sound I jumped. It
was Barney. "It looks kind of nas
ty," he said soberly.
Who waited for it to get nasty,
I felt like retorting. We made a
dash for the car and were soaked
before we had gone ten feet. In
the car Barney fumbled for the keys
and I peered out into the storm.
"Damn!" said Barney, "I can't
find my keys." He searched every
pocket and then started in all over
again.
At that instant I saw Harry slosh
ing toward us. Barney gave no sign
that he saw him. But he did
crawl over me to get out. He went
| out one door even as the door on the
opposite side was opened. Whether
' by design or not they just missed
I each other. I looked at Harry and
| my irritation boiled over.
"You're both fools," I said an
I grily, "why don't you break down
! and talk to each other. I'd like to
! break your necks."
To Harry's credit it must be said
that he looked kind of foolish. He
dropped some keys on the car seat.
He was soaked.
"Mine," he said, "I thought he
was stuck. Tell him he can have
i mv Mr T'rrt ctovmx "
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Barney reappeared. He looked as
if he had fallen into the Sound with
his clothes on. He saw the keys.
"Whose are they?" he demanded
suspiciously. "Harry's," I told him,
"he said to use his car."
With a face as black as the storm
Barney grabbed the keys and
sloshed off into the wind and rain.
He went straight for Harry's store.
I could see him as he opened the
door. Then he closed it and came
back.
"I flung 'em in his face," he
growled, "he'd better mind his own
business."
Then I saw it. A great wall of
water rolling along the street.
Straight toward us. It looked as
black as ink and as terrible as night.
At such a moment one does not
know what one does. One acts from
instinct. And what one does is be
yond all reasoning. The next thing
I knew I was leaping madly up the
fire escape with the water swirling
about my legs.
Safe on an upper landing on the
side of the building I stopped. A
river of water churned about below
me. Across the street the light in
the cigar store still shone. The driv
ing rain blurred my vision. But not
entirely. I could see into the store
and what I saw was forever after
seared into my mind. A living,
lightning-flash picture.
Inside that cigar store were two
men, shoulder to shoulder, strug
gling desperately to keep the door
closed. Barney and Harry Thorpe.
Brothers.
Then the lights went out.
End Table Easily
Made From Spools
TF THERE is a table shortage in
1 your home, here is an easy way
to solve the problem. All you need
is some plain shell boards with
holes bored in the corners, empty
spools, a set of curtain rods and
some glue. In a lew minutes you
can combine these things to make
the attractive table shown here.
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This is just one of more than thirty
clever ideas in BOOK 5. With its aid you
can work minor miracles throughout your
house and neither inflation nor the scare*
ity of materials need stop you. A copy of
BOOK 5 may be obtained by sending 13c
with name and address direct to:
MRS. RUTH WTETH SPEARS
Bedford Hills, N. T. Drawer 19
Enclose 13 cents for Book 3.
Address
WHEN CONSTIPATION makes yon fed
punk as the dickens, brings on stomach
upset, sour taste, gassy discomfort,
take Dr. Caldwell's famous median*
to quickly pull the trigger on lazy "in
nards" and help you feel bright and
chipper again.
DR. CALDWELL'S is the wonderful sen
na laxative contained in good old Syrup
Pepsin to make it so easy to take.
MANY DOCTORS use pepsin prepara
tions in prescriptions to make the medi
cine more palatable and agreeable to
take. So be sure your laxative is con
tained in Syrup Pepsin.
INSIST ON DR. CALDWELL'S?the fa
vorite of millions for 50 years, and feel
that wholesome relief from constipa
tion. Even finicky children love it.
CAUTION: Use only as directed.
DR. CALDWELL'S
SENNA LAXATIVE
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