turn right around and help them herself," Zaharias said indulgently.
herself. "You watch them and see what they're doing wrong," she said.
"You know all of them. You tell them what they should be doing so they can
play a little better, like they're going to have to play good now to keep the
"If we can
have 25 to 30 tournaments a year," she went on enthusiastically, "the
women will develop automatically. All they need is sponsors."
Babe a big thrill to watch this thing grow," Zaharias said. "While she
was playing in it, the most she could win was $1,000, and she could have made
four times that much in exhibitions in four days. But money has never moved
Babe much. She likes to play in tournaments. She likes the crowds, the
like being on the stage," Babe said excitedly. "I get such a kick out
of playing for people." She smiled girlishly as if the applause of the
gallery were ringing in her ears.
so many letters," she went on, "40,000 or 50,000 of them." Then,
conscience-stricken: "I haven't written a letter in ten months. I haven't
even read my book since it's been out. [Her autobiography, This Life I've Led,
was published last fall.] I can't sit long enough to write a letter. I'd have
to write it standing up."
you say," she was asked, "if you were to write a letter?"
She thought a
moment. There were so many things to say.
all over the world," she started, "I want to thank you for your prayers
and your wonderful letters of inspiration. They have encouraged me."...
A twinge of pain
interrupted her. She leaned back on the pillow and moved a heating pad closer
to her chest.