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Being a McCarthy, Herb thinks his bus-boy's jacket immediately conveys to the customers that he is a very humble man and wants to be regarded as just one of the help. In fact, he is mistaken as such mainly by the other help who, in the dim light, think he is one of them.
Being a McCarthy, Herb feels he looks more superior and that people automatically take him for the proprietor. All Irishers have many complexes but Irisher publicans have them in multiple doses!
BASEBALL: COOL HEADS IN BROOKLYN
I hope the team can be kept in Brooklyn, and I believe that this is no idle hope. I don't know, and I doubt that anybody else knows or will know, what the chances are until the engineering studies now nearly ready have been submitted for the examination of the Sports Center Authority and the Mayor's Committee.
Meantime, speaking only as president of the Brooklyn Chamber of Commerce, I would like to point out that this is no time for acrimony or name calling, but for standing firmly together, perhaps in readiness for a last-ditch fight to keep the Dodgers here.
GOLF: DONE IT AGAIN!
This leads up to the fact that Mr. Campbell has done it again. On July 20 he had his 72nd birthday, and on July 26 he shot a 72 on the same course.
THAT'S HORSE RACING
When I was planning to come back to the States in the fall of 1948 all of my family had preceded me except my 15-year-old son. I said, "I think I'll take you to the races this afternoon at Longchamp because when we get to the States they don't let children into the track." So I went to the Guaranty Trust Company and drew out my balance, 65,000 francs.
Johnstone was riding a 10-to-1 shot in the big race, and I put the 65,000 francs on his nose. He rode one of his typical races, and hit the wire just the same time as a couple of other horses. We had to wait for the picture to see who won and whether I was going to have 650,000 francs in the bank for a future trip to Paris; but he didn't win, and I've never been back. It was a matter of an inch or two. "That," I said to my son, "is horse racing."