Word: pitching
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Dates: during 1940-1949
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Sain feels that he is finally cashing in on the "years I was working for peanuts and learning how to pitch." For four years, beginning in 1936, he floundered in the lowest labyrinth of the minors-with Osceola, Ark. and Newport, Ark. It was the same story everywhere he played in those days: good curve, no fast ball...
...grade to Nashville. Then, in 1942, thanks to a wartime pitcher shortage, he found himself in a Boston Braves uniform for a while. But it wasn't until he joined the Navy that he learned some of the fine points. Says he: "If I made a bad pitch, it wasn't a threat to my bread & butter. So I went out there [with the Chapel Hill preflight team] and practiced the things I had learned in '42. I discovered that real value of the change of pace, and I was amazed at first how completely it fooled...
...know," he said, "the highest pitch of French cuisine is canard faisandé-duck that has been hung a long time, so you can smell the bouquet. Very enjoyable to the educated nose. But if you offer it to the workers they will throw the rotten duck out, unless they throw it in your face. Now . . . the kitchen of the high bourgeoisie will make the proletarian vomit, and the paintings of the high bourgeoisie will make him vomit too-though this is nothing against the duck, or against modern...
...baseball is at the plate waiting for the next pitch in the Danny Gardella case. Gardella, an ex-New York Giant, jumped from the National to the Mexican League in 1946. When he decided to come back to the U.S. two years alter, the American baseball world did not receive him at all kindly; in fact, he couldn't even get a job in the semi-pro loops...
...before-dinner man who likes to hear all about his four children's day in school. The Trippes see little of Manhattan's night life. They usually spend Trippe's off hours at home in their big apartment on fashionable Gracie Square, a stone's pitch from Mayor O'Dwyer's mansion and the tooting tugs on the East River. (A deafening blast once startled a telephoner into asking Mrs. Trippe: "Madame, do you live on a barge...