We loyal Cardinal
fans, our hopes pinned on Stanky to bring St. Louis a new supply of pennants,
will concede Feller and Score second place.
?Diz pitched a
three-hitter, not a one-hitter, and it was against the Dodgers. That leaves one
pitching masterpiece, plus Dizzy's deathless quote ("If I'da knowed you was
gonna pitch a no-hitter, I'da th'owed one myself."). Bob Creamer repeats
his question: who can remember another double-header with two such remarkable
A CAUSE TO PLAY
H. Allen Smith's entertaining and informative May 9 article Gone Are the Days
of the Gallus-Snapping Rube prompts me to offer this idea: let's have an annual
ball game between the Country Boys and the City Boys in both leagues. This
game, as far as I know, would be the only occasion in which players from both
leagues are intermingled. Teammate would play against teammate, yet there would
be a CAUSE to play for. The Country Boys must come from communities of less
than 2,000, and the City Boys from 100,000 and over. Here is my suggestion for
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would serve as non-playing captain of the Country Boys. (His nickname qualifies
him although his home town—Roxboro, N.C.—has a population of 4,321.)
Phil Rizzuto can
captain the City Boys because he wears suede shoes.
Stovall (pop. 410), N.C.
RETURN OF THE
I have just been reading E & D's comments (SI, April 25) on the return of
the Egyptian house dog. Since reading the story, I have seen Connie on Dave
Garroway's show and have to admit that the dog bears a strong resemblance to
our dog Ralph. We have never fooled ourselves that Ralph was anything more than
a purebred mongrel. However, his many friends here, who think him pretty
special, feel there is some hope of establishing a definite category for his
breed. His ancestry is a mystery because he moved in, leaving a neighbor's
lodging in favor of ours. Since we felt we had committed a slight case of
dognaping, we never discussed his background with the neighbors in question.
However, his beauty is evidence that he came from good stock, whatever it may
be. Like Mr. Heering, we have hoped to find a female facsimile and start a new
breed called Ralphs. He and Connie are alike in every respect.
White Sulphur Springs
unfortunately. Connie, despite the girlish lilt of the name, is also a
SHOOT ONE, DRINK
As a crow fancier of sorts—my talking, skiing pet, Old Crow, has beguiled me,
movie audiences, TV fans, ski patrols, and the mahouts of a corn-squeezin'
foundry—I found your report on the Baltimore slaughter horrifying (EVENTS &
DISCOVERIES, SI, April 4).
Hunting crows is
one thing, and as practiced by my neighbors of the Litchfield Crow Hunt it is a
friendly sport. Relax in a field frequented by the black-feathered smarties;
shoot one old crow; drink one; shoot one, drink one, and so on. There is a
mellow perfection to the marksman who stays on target after a day on a regimen