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On a motor trip through Morocco not so long ago I photographed the swimming pool at Casablanca, which, according to the figures of the local Syndicat d'Initiative (Chamber of Commerce), measures some 1,600 by 250 feet.
As I watched this gigantic pool I was amazed to see Arab girls swathed in robes and veils from toes to eyebrows enter a cabana and within a few minutes emerge in brief bathing suits.
?As a kind of man-made tidal basin, the Casablanca pool (see above) is in a different league.—ED.
However, I missed reading about the inspired musical renderings of the Dodger Sym-phony and the great Music Depreciation Night that was staged at Ebbets Field in 1952. On that night thousands of fans showed up, at the urging of Walter O'Malley, with multifarious musical instruments, and the air was split with a hideous cacophony.
Also of interest are the various songs that were written for ballplayers of a more recent vintage. One remembers fondly, and with a faint stirring of the heart strings: Joltin' Joe DiMaggio. And the one that posed the musical question: Did You See Jackie Robinson Hit That Ball? Four years ago we had the slightly more obnoxious and infinitely cuter I Love Mickey, in which the champ himself intoned the immortal lines "Mickey who?" But then I never did think the latest crop of Yankee supermen have ever had the bearing of real musical heroes.