The old gentleman got up from his seat and walked slowly along the pipe-railed aisle toward the exit ramp. As he passed each section of seats that sloped high above him, its occupants rose in unison and applauded softly, thus sending a series of rippling waves of warmth after him. Occasionally he raised his hand and turned his face upward, revealing a cherubic smile that played around the eyes and mouth. This demonstration was at least as warming to the audience as it was to the old gentleman, for the audience on this day was wildly partisan and the old ears hadn't heard such heartwarming unanimity in their 80-odd years. The place was Ebbets Field, Brooklyn. The time was the third game of the World Series. The old gentleman was Herbert Hoover, a distinguished fellow fan.
In 17th century Italy lived a philosopher named Tommaso Campanella who offered wisdom, love and power as the highest virtues. It is lamentable no one has succeeded in connecting him genealogically with the Dodger catcher, for Roy, at least in spirit, agrees wholeheartedly with what old Tommaso had to say.
On wisdom (after Billy Martin tried to steal home in the opening game of the World Series): "It's just not smart to try to run home when the catcher is sitting there with the ball, waitin' for you. You're just naturally gonna be out every time."
On love (after Martin was tagged hard in the throat and the little Yankee fireball had done a little elbow-swinging in return): "What did I say to him later? I didn't say nothin'. I never get in arguments. None of you ever heard me say anything bad to anybody on another ball club. I just like to get along."
On power (after Campanella had been told Martin was threatening to run over him if the two ever met on the base paths again): "That little squirt run over me? Ha! He's not big enough to run over anybody."
THE YOUNG REBEL
It is doubtful that the Messrs. Stengel and Alston were more conscious of responsibility than, a 13-year-old, 85-pound eighth-grader from Denver named Ardon Barry Hirschfeld who attended his first World Series this year. Barry is the grandson of A. B. Hirschfeld, 67, the Denver fan who saw his first Series in 1919 and has seen 33 others since (SI, Oct. 11, 1954). The elder A. B. brought the boy along with him this year to start him on a string of his own and he hopes it will beat his own record.
"I'll do my best," said Barry at a New York hotel between games. "But I'm going to do it my own way. I'm an American League fan."
The elder Hirschfeld, a rabid National Leaguer who predicted the Giant sweep last year, coughed in embarrassment. "The boy is very young," he said apologetically, "but very sports-minded, I must say. Plays football and baseball in school and he's a fine golfer. What did you have the other day, Barry—a 90, wasn't it?"