Pope Pius XII offered a counsel of caution to sports car drivers on the eve of the famed Italian road race, the Mille Miglia: "The Christian spirit may require you sometimes to curb your understandable natural impatience...should there happen to be other cars on the road."
To Romans who know the Pope's personal fondness for moving with dispatch, it was a revealing utterance. At the age of 80, His Holiness still takes a commanding interest in the manner in which he is driven between the Vatican and his summer home at Castel Gandolfo—a fairly sporty course of 17 miles or so, which the Pope likes to cover at no less than an average of 55 mph. On the way, the Pope has been known to cradle a stop watch in his hand, ticking off the landmarks and urging his chauffeur up to pace.
UP FROM OLANTA
The record books will show that the Boston Red Sox won their opener 8-1 and that in it a rookie shortstop named Buddin made two hits. After the game Donald Thomas Buddin, 18 days shy of 22, sat quietly in front of his locker.
He was sipping, with obvious unfamiliarity, on a bottle of beer and trying to appear casual. But like rookies immemorial who have passed the first test, Buddin was not succeeding.
For one thing, a photographer circled him busily, clicking his shutter. Don tried not to notice. For another, reporters were gathering for their inevitable questions. For yet another, the narcotic of nervous tension was wearing off and he was slightly jittery.
Most of all, he was just too pleased with himself to be casual. And why not? He was a big league shortstop for Boston, all the way from Olanta, S.C. to the big leagues. There never again would be a day quite like this for him, and he meant to enjoy it. He caught the cameraman out of the corner of his eye and preened, just a bit.
"Don," a man said, "it looks like you're getting the full treatment right from the start."
This broke the spell. Don laughed nervously, glad of the chance.