"Very well," he said, "what is your position on the Warren Giles Pooh-Pooh Doctrine concerning a possible third major league?"
Napier replied: "I have no position on the Pooh-Pooh Doctrine. I am not looking at the past, sir, I am looking toward the future."
"What precisely do you intend to do in the future, Mr. Napier?"
Napier smiled again: "At this moment, sir, I don't know."
"You haven't done anything so far about the problems facing the major leagues?"
Napier cleared his throat and leaned forward.
"I didn't say that, sir," he said. "I wouldn't be a very good commissioner if I were able to come before you after only a few days in office and tell you I had a cure-all in my pocket. But I assure you I have done a great deal. I have assigned a staff of experts from the soap industry to a crash program of marketing research. Within a week or so, I will know every last detail about the quality of the baseball product and its marketing possibilities."
The interrogator looked at his colleagues down the table and turned back to Napier with a leer.
"That," he said, "sounds like you were selling soap."
"So?" Napier asked mildly.