Toward the end of
the five-day session a few sports photographers herded a group of managers into
a corner for a picture. They wanted Casey to sit in an armchair with the others
gathered about. As Casey sat, his World Series rival, Fred Haney, plopped
himself on Casey's lap and began tickling him under the chin. It was pretty
funny stuff but no pictures were taken. The photographers wanted the posed
shot, the same picture they had taken last year and the year before that.
That's the way it is with baseball, too.
In the Bag
When the Dodgers
and Giants moved westward, National League baseball fans in the nation's
largest city were abandoned to the tender mercies of the American League and
its kingpin Yankees alone. National League bosses from St. Louis, Philadelphia
and Pittsburgh seized the opportunity to move in—via TV. Coincidentally, the
Yankees' home attendance dropped 70,000 from the previous year.
On the day
following the Washington baseball meetings last week, the Phillies, Cards and
Pirates announced simultaneously that they would not pipe their ball games into
New York in 1959. Reasons given: "bad ratings"; "the advice of our
Did the decision
result in any way from a Yankee threat to go on nationwide network TV?
"Heavens, no!" said all hands in effect.
Manager George Weiss admitted the threat but added, "We weren't too serious
about it," All of which is nice to know, but it doesn't alter the fact that
the Yanks now have New York just where they want it—in the bag.
See You Later,
Of all the
municipal problems a city can face, one of the most perplexing is to have a
six-foot alligator wandering around in its sewer system. This happened recently
at Pompano Beach, Fla. (pop. 18,000), whose storm drains empty into a brackish
stream called Cypress Creek. The alligator crawled out of the creek and into an
empty drain so narrow that it constituted a sort of underground one-way street.
There were catch basins every 300 feet in which the alligator could have turned
around if he had thought of doing so, but he didn't. He just crawled along
industriously through a mile and a half of municipal plumbing, and so ended up
in the last catch basin of all, right in the middle of town.
There he managed
to turn himself around, but before he could decide to start the return trip he
was spotted by a Pompano Beach resident named Newton T. Haley, who bent over
the iron grating to drop in a bit of rubbish and saw a hungry alligator looking
up at him with interest. Mr. Haley reported his discovery to Edward L. Miller,
the Director of Public Works of Pompano Beach, and it became Mr. Miller's
problem to get the alligator out of the sewer.
tried high-pressure fire hoses," said Miller. "We thought we could wash
him down to the next catch basin and get a rope around his neck as he came out
of the pipe." It didn't work. The water flowed freely but the alligator
braced himself and stayed put, just a few feet down the pipe from the