Where Red would go
Somehow the talk turned to world travel and Mary mentioned several countries she'd like to visit—Ireland, England, France, Switzerland and Germany.
"Where would you like to go, Red?" asked the visitor.
"Why," said Red, "I'd like to go to the Ozarks."
"And he will, too," laughed Mary, "just as soon as the season is over." Suddenly she got up from her chair and excused herself and hurried into the kitchen. When she returned a moment later, the visitor was saying:
"Red, you talk about staying in the game after you quit playing. I think you'd make a wonderful manager. You get along with people, you've got a rare instinct for baseball, fine judgment—and you're a balanced kind of guy. You don't blow your top in a crisis. Those are all qualities that make a good manager, in my humble opinion."
Mary was standing at the door leading into the living room.
"Now," the visitor ran on, turning to include Mary in the conversation, "something impressed me very much here today. And I'll tell you what it was—it was that soup bone you got down at Mr. Hoffmeister's. To me, that soup bone is very significant. What I mean to say is, here you have a town going crazy with all the fans biting their nails during this stretch drive. Down at the Braves office, they're all probably pacing the floor. And what do you do? You know there's nothing to be done about the situation until the game tonight so you don't waste time worrying. You do something constructive. You go in for a form of occupational therapy, so to speak. You get a soup bone and make a nice big pot of soup."
The visitor looked from Red to Mary and said, "Am I right or wrong?"
Red just shook his head. But Mary Eileen O'Reilly Schoendienst nodded in vigorous agreement.