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...plain as the moral of A Christmas Carol or The Great Stone Face. Since it is written by a craftsman, Catalina has enough interest and enough humor to keep it going, and not too much of anything-not too much of the supernatural to be unbelievable, not too much wit to tax the reader's attention, not too much irony to make it too involved, not too much skepticism or too much belief...
Charles Dillon ("Casey") Stengel has a deeply lined, hawklike face that is hard to forget. He has wiry, bowed legs, a workaday wit, and an air of mock modesty. "I'm an apple-knocker," he likes to say, "and I'm against all city slickers." He was also quite a ballplayer in his day. Under the late great John J. McGraw of the Giants, he smashed a crucial home run in the 1923 World Series, and vigorously thumbed his nose at the Yankees all the way round the bases. The mantle of dignity is one article of clothing...
There is an old football coaches maxim to wit: the only way to learn to play football is to play football. If the adage is true, then the varsity squad is learning, fast, because it has another two hours of contact worth yesterday. As usual, it was a balanced workout--half offices, half defense...
...Saxon, and Mr. Wakeman has managed to get whiffs of the truth about them into his leading character. What is more important, Bob Montgomery performs wonders with the part. Montgomery is one of the few graceful actors left since the death of Osgood Perkins, and he appears to have wit, experience and charm to burn. This is not one of his better roles, and he successfully gives the illusion of playing it without ever touching the handlebars; but in the midst of a well-tooled piece of emptiness, his is an enchanting performance to watch...
...summer of 1947, and Mosse (that's what people call Harold Wit '49) and I were traveling with the American Youth Hostel. We were walking along the Piazza Barberine when a little man came up to us. The Piazza was where the bus from Army headquarters stopped. Dozens of little men there always came up to Americans, in or out of uniform, saying. "Hey Joe--ya wanna change da dolla?" Other little men wanted to buy your watch, sell you their watch, buy your shirt, or sell you French francs at a bargain for American money . . . and what about these...