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"I'm not going to walk," said Mrs. Rickey mildly. "We have a car. Let Guido go his way."
"Oh, all right," Rickey pouted. "But you'd think I'd never been downtown before!"
"Take the car home, Guido," he said pleasantly. "We'll call you later."
Leo Durocher loves Jim Hearn, a pitcher whom he formerly regarded with repugnance. The romance has ripened just in time, for the Giants need pitching.
The awesome might of the Dodgers has wrung tribute from their former manager, Charley Dressen, who would almost rather cut his tongue out than put a successor on the spot. "Unless they get all their arms broke," he has said, "they gotta win." So exuberant is the resident manager, Walter Alston, that on sunny days he pronounces both syllables of "hello."
Busloads of Milwaukee's cheerful burghers, bringing the conventional gifts of Liederkranz, cheesecake, Braunschweiger, frankincense and myrrh, trooped into the training grounds in Bradenton, Fla. to touch the hem of Bobby Thomson's sweatsock, just over the bandage. They discerned no clay in or near his repaired ankle.
When Gussie Busch and that beer baron's retinue didn't need the St. Petersburg practice field for their exercise, some of the most promising rookies in baseball worked out there in uniforms of the St. Louis Cardinals.