Some of us hold that football crowds are noisy enough without such artificial aids to bedlam as cannons and bull horns.
There is a lady in Dallas who supports this view. At a recent game a young man in front of her blasted away on his bull horn for the first five minutes of play. Tapping him on the shoulder, the lady asked, "How much did you pay for that?" "A dollar and a half," he replied. "I'll give you $3 for it," the lady said. The exchange made, she blasted the horn in his ear for the rest of the game, after which she asked him, ever so sweetly, "How did you like it?"
ADIOS TO A PRO
Two years ago, had you been in the office of Hank Bauer, the manager of the Baltimore Orioles, you would have seen how people in baseball feel about Al Lopez, who last week retired as manager of the Chicago White Sox. At the time the Orioles were leading the American League, and a reporter gave Bauer a newspaper clipping that quoted Lopez as saying, " Bauer has done a heck of a job with his ball club. I'm really impressed by the way he has handled his pitching staff." Bauer is not a vain man, yet he read the clipping over and over and finally put it in his desk. "That's from the man," he said, "the master!"
Few men who ever managed against Lopez failed to hold him in awe. Sam Mele of the Minnesota Twins said this year, "He keeps you on your toes because you know that if you're not, he'll be three or four moves ahead of you, and you won't realize it until he has the game won and is in his clubhouse."
We saw Lopez late this season in Chicago after the Sox lost two games to Minnesota and were all but eliminated from the pennant race. "Will you be back next year?" he was asked. He was tired, and he had been bothered by his chronic intestinal trouble. All he said was, "Well, we'll meet down the road someplace."
Any time, Se�or, any place.
SOMETHING IN THE AIR
Tokyo's housing shortage has been greatly alleviated in one important category—apartments for racehorses. Horses with proper references and sufficient yen can move into a block of 12 apartment buildings near Ohi Race Track and live in luxury for only 5,000 yen per month ($140) plus a percentage of their winnings. Each stone building houses 14 Thoroughbreds—some 40 million yen worth—on the ground level and eight families of jockeys, trainers and other horsy humans in two upper stories.
Although the horses rise promptly at 4:30 a.m. to do their morning roadwork around the buildings, they do not disturb the people living above. Horses, after all, do not use alarm clocks, and passing cars on the nearby superhighway to Tokyo International Airport make more noise. The equine tenants' straw bedding is noticeably aromatic when aired outside on sunny days, yet occupants of the upper apartments are delighted with the entire setup. They say it is a significant improvement over the previous arrangement, which had them sharing stable space with the horses.