honey," Zaharias said, "how many times we'd come from a tournament and
I'd rub your legs?"
she nodded, "we'd head right for the hotel and the bathtub."
admiringly at her husband. "He's quite a guy, isn't he?" she said
without fear of contradiction. "Look at his eyes real good. There's a lot
of sincerity and sweetness in his eyes. I don't know what I would have done
honey," he protested, "what would I have done without you?"
SOUVENIRS IN THE
George," she had an afterthought, "the other day in the garage I came
across the caricatures we had drawn of us the first night we went out together.
They were pretty good. We autographed them to each other. Remember?"
that picture of Mom and Pop," she told him.
brought her breakfast in on a tray and while the Babe ate her sandwich Zaharias
showed the picture, an old-fashioned daguerreotype of her parents, a handsome
couple; the father, black haired, strong jawed, mustached; the mother, blonde,
pretty, gentle looking.
say I look like my mother," the sixth of Ole and Hannah Didrikson's seven
children, born June 26, 1914, said. "Around the eyes." She waited for
confirmation, and when it came she was pleased.