O Sew York Post—WNU Service
;t Greenberg '
ill of Diamond
>pes, Thrills
iitor’i Note: Sometimes you won
what a homerun hitter thinks
it. Often it is not about homers,
ever. Hugh Bradley this week has
id upon Hank Greenberg, Detroit
baseman and leading hitter of the
irican league, to conduct this col
, giving some of his impressions.
By HANK GREENBERG
Y BIG moment In baseball has
passed.
It doesn't matter
If I eventually beat
Babe Ruth’a record
of 60 home rune
for a season, If I
bat in more runs
than Hack Wilson’s
National League
mark of 190, if the
Detroit Tigers go
on winning pen
nants for the next
10 years.
k the winning homer with the
i full off my 11)34 nemesis,
f Dean, and would still have
my greatest thrill in baseball,
was Just a kid when It hup
d, paying my little half dollar
t nnd fry on the bleachers at
’olo grounds. Up to then John
iwas my hero.
were rumors going around
'risch, I remember. He
•ylng to play hall for the
He wanted McGraw's Job.
afternoon la a double
e came to bat eight times,
ut seven assorted hits and
n three double plays. 1
sleep that night,
shadows in my mind what
a playing manager of the
i, did to us in the seventh
ktha World series last fall
doubled off Eldon Auker
bate* full to cook our
*en years ie a long while
all—a kid in the stands,
ithed, watching his hero,
ding on first, a sick feeling
t of his stomach, watching
—a villain now—make the
ng down to second, the
i away to their big Inning.
e Tigers had already lost
s with the sixth game the
re. That's still my base
tmare after nearly a year,
her meeting Joe Medwick
i stands on his way to the
dugout. I felt that we
ie Cards down.
>11, Hank,” Joe said wearily,
e glad when It’s over. Make
painless as possible, will you,
" i
Id Series Joy
eeting Thing
dded, looking away. I Wat
■r Joe. We had played down
Texas league together, and
good guy. But you can't take
iall friendship up to bat with
It was Medwick who should
■It sorry for ms.
>w that I forgave everybody,
rse, I’d like to get even with
for the fresh manner in
he made me go after bad
11 through the series. But I
* would rather play the
fti the series than the Card
gain.
■■king me to root for an all
Drk series between the Yanke
■nte it going a little too far.
we’re going to take good care
Yanks. Their pitching may
some anxious moments from
» time, but we’ve got some
! ditchers, too.
lot twinging to beat Ruth’s
in record this year. It's a
assignment
right-hand
ter. I bet
Afilson and
Foxx real
now. The
ire simply
It for us.
y, I’ve got
fdiears left
for It—I
p baseball
Mi say that, * '—•
lyou've got Foxx.
n verily believe, would have
l a season It lie had tried
Ms, batting In runs. That’s
B§ I might break this year
flyted In. I'd rather do It
HI home-run king, it's the
R»f a hitter.
mkc luck. If your name Is
ft er Clancy.
ten cent store and then had danced
right out again with a million-dol
lar baby under hie arm. It was not
a very good lyric and there was
some exaggeration hero and there
but, without attempting to (hill for
such emporiums, I now can under
stand the young man'a enthusiasm
for what ho was popping off about
at the time. That it because no
day can pass unless some fight man
ager soars Into this office in the
same ecstatic mood.
White hat tilted over .one glitter
ing eye, voice trembling with emo
tion, bands pawing with sweaty
vigor, he flits from desk to desk tell
ing how he has discovered a sturdy
young fellow who must certainly
become a champion. Sometimes he
also tells the truth and admits that
he Just happened to be ambling
past the back room when the bus
boy tossed out a too critical cus
tomer. Usually, though, the ensu
ing explanation Is a build-up for
the rare foresight, due diligence,
and such other things he (the man
ager) has exercised.
Either way—since I grudge no
man his momentary Joys or brain
storms—It does not matter.
Probably the lad who ran a dime
Into a million thought that what
happened afterwards was nobody’s
business. But, a tight manager Is
a guy who will share anything. So,
sooner or later, he will wander in
ngaln, feet lagging, hat pulled down
over sorrowful eye, right hand trem
bling because It Is perfectly aware
of what the left Is doing.
"What happened to that great
white (black, brown, yellow or any
variegated shade aleo can be used
here) hope?" you will aek him when
the silence has become too tearful.
“Ah," he will sigh then. “\Ve
chucked him Into the ring the other
night, Just for a warm-up, you
know. He leads with his right, gets
socked In the lug and—” But let
us draw the veil over his augulsh.
What we really are concerned with
here Is why so many of those mll
llon-dollar babies of the fight racket
must return so quickly and In so
much worse condition to the five
and-dime division, where they were
discovered amid the small timers.
Five-and-Ten Pugs
Just Can’t Take It
My own explanation—on« that
does not seem to have occurred to
the Christopher Columbuses of pu
gilism—Is simple. Since this le a
business where a guy must nat
urally expect to be socked on the
lug now and then the first aim of
the discovsrera should be to ascer
tain how the guy is going to react
when socked there. When they
neglect such precautions they can
scarcely hope to be any better pro
tected than the round-heeled young
sters they keep shoving into the
ring.
In mentioning this I nm fully
aware that there have been numer
ous Jack Sharkeys, Primo Cameras,
Phil Scotts and others who were
unable to take It on their chins, their
ribs, or their feet, but who never
theless have achieved rare distinc
tion. I doubt, though, that any re
cital of their glowing experiences
In these recent fight years would
have much to do with disproving
the point that was made a para
graph ago. All of them were pick
ups of men who had the money or
other talent necessary to exploit
them properly. Ordinary discover
ies cannot hope to be that lucky be
cause ordinary discoveries are not
that well-equipped.
For Instance thsrs is Jack Demp
sey. Probably people are correct
■ n claiming max ne
: wai one of the
■ greatest champions
; of all time because
j he could hit so
\ hard and so often.
I Yet it is not the
i entire truth. WII
] lard, Firpo and
i Carpentier blasted
j him with every
! thing they had and
Dempsey ■* lMst tw0 of
them were no mean
hitters. But that etubbled chin
which so often had pressed to close
to the chill rods beneath a box car
had no liking for the careta of a
resin-sprinkled canvas. Right there
you have the main difference be
tween a Dempsey and those other
hopes of 15 yearo or so ago who are
back under the box care again.
There also was a fight that took
place 13 months or so ago. A wide
ly heralded but untried young man
who could hit did so in the first
round. Most of the riugsiders
glanced at the veteran who had
been sent sprawling by the blow
and then glanced away, too bored
to listen to the count. Some of them
did not look back until the next
round.
When they did look they were
amazed. The veteran was standing
in a neutral corner grinning. The
young man was down and out. One
of them could give It but could not
take it The other could do both.
It Is a thought—that only real
difference between Corn Grlffen,
barn-atorming for coffee and cakea
In amall aouthern towns, and Jim
Braddock. heavyweight champion of
tha world—which can be recom
mended to all fight managers seek*
ldk to cash In on the mllUon-dollar
babies they persist In finding In flr*>
and-ten-cent store*
cdtbneSfor
Thornton W Burgess
A PLEASANT VISIT
SITTING safe and comfortable In
the hollow stump to which
Whltefoot the Woodmouse had led
him, Danny Meadow Mouse told
Whltefoot all about Ills adventures
from the time he had visited the
Smiling Pool right up to the mo
__
“What Wai a Crazy Thing to Do?"
Demanded Danny, Looking Puz
zled.
ment when Whltefoot had come to
his rescue. Whltefoot listened
without saying a word until Dan
ny’s story was ended. Then he
gravely shook his head.
“It was a crazy thing to do.
Cousin Danny. It certainly was a
crazy thing to do,” said he.
“What was a crazy thing to do?”
demanded Danny, looking puzzled.
“Going so far away from home
when there was no need of It,” re
plied Whltefoot. “I thought you
were too wise to take such foolish
risks. At your age you should know
better. It might be excusable in a
youngster with no family to think
of, but one of your age should have
known belter."
“I guess you are right, Cousin
Whltefoot,” replied Danny meekly.
“I’ve learned a lesson I'll never for
I PAPA KNOWS—I
t ■* " ■* - 1 1 1 1 * * '■ I
JJ1Safes*
“Pop, what I* pedigree?”
“Blue streak.”
©. Beil Syndicate.—WNU Service.
^ n< it i/nii iu ucu /iic nj'x^jmiswG out Fay C/ut
TilE tremendous output of oil
wells drilled at sea has justified
the expense of the unusual under
taking near Ventura. Calif. A rich
stratum of oll-bearlng sand was dis
covered more than a quarter of a
mile off shore. Drilling was started
shortly afterward and the resultant
wells far beyond the breaker line
have been a highly successful ven
ture.
get. I’ve had frights enough to last
me all the rest of my life and If I
ever get home I’ll never leave It
again. I guess 1 ought to be start
ing along right now."
“I guess you ought to do nothing
of the sort,” retorted Whitefoot
promptly. “The thing for you to do
now Is to rest and get yourself In
condition.”
Danny sighed. “I don’t know but
what you are right. Cousin White
foot,” said he. "I really don’t feel
as if I could face danger again this
night. My nerves are rather upset.
This Is a very nice, comfortable
plnce you have here. It is one of
the most comfortable places I’ve
been In for a great while."
Whitefoot looked pleased. “I’m
glad you like It,” said he. “I think
It Is rather good myself. I have
two or three other places quite as
good. Now the thing for you to do,
Cousin Danny, is to stay here the
rest of the night and make your
self right at home.”
To this Danny agreed, for he
really did not feel equal to going
any farther that night. So he and
Whitefoot slept a little and talked
a great deal. Danny learned many
things about the Green Forest and
In turn told Whitefoot many things
about the Green Meadows. White
foot was sure that the Green For
est was the finest place in all the
Great World In which to live. Dan
ny was sure thnt It didn't compare
with the Green Meadows, and they
argued the matter over and over.
But the argument was quite good
natured nnd simply showed that the
tilings one Is used to are the
things one loves best. To Danny
the Green Forest was filled with
terrible dangers. To Whitefoot
the Green Meadows seemed n place
where there could be no such thing
as real safety. So they argued nnd
argued nnd had a perfectly splen
did time.
©. T W. Burgess.—WNU Service.
•
Question box
i, ED WYNN, ' Tie Perfect Fool I
Dear Mr. Wynn:
I have a puzzle for you to solve
for me. I like to bet on horse races
but always break about even.
Here’s how It Is: One day 1 win
but the next day 1 lose. What can
I do? JTours truly,
WILL I. EVEItWYN.
Answer: That Is very simple, just
play every other day.
Dear Mr. Wynn:
My father says It costs from $3
to 55 to have a tooth pulled by gas.
Don’t you think It could be done
cheaper If the dentists used kero
sene?
l’ours truly,
A. KEETOOTH.
Answer: If you’re not having the
tooth pulled, why worry?
Dear Mr. Wynn:
We are a New York family, and
my son, who has Just graduated
from high school, is preparing for
college. 1 asked him what course
he Intends to study, and be says he
thinks there Is a great field for
civil engineers. Do you agree with
him? Yours truly,
I. M. A. BRAKEMAN.
Answer: What New York really
needs is civil taxicab drivers.
Dear Mr. Wynn:
I am a man l'orty-nlne years of
age. I have traveled all over the
world and have just returned to
settle down in America. I have a
big problem to solve first. I have
spent nearly all my money, but
still have enough, if properly in
vested, to keep me for the rest of
my life. I think I have a bright
idea. I Intend opening a school for
Billing a New Show
■ V . - - ■ • ' '
"stuttering.” What do you think
of my idea?
Truly yours,
IGO RACK ESN FORTH.
Answer: Your idea Is nil right,
but who wants to go to school to
learn to stutter?
© Associated Newspaper*.
WNU Service.
THROUGH A
Wjmans Eyes
By JEAN NEWTON
A LESSON FROM I HE ZOO
• t D UEEDINU, selt-control? Those
ure Just terms for artificial
ity and hyprocrisy," said a militant
member of our would-be “free"
younger generation.
Why should we pretend tilings
we don't feel—why restrain Impa
tience or Irritation, why try to
gloss over situations to avoid any
feeling of friction? If certain re
actions or sentiments are natural
and sincere, why not show them?
"With everybody honestly show
ing what they feel there is much
more chance of the causes of dis
agreement und Irritation being re
moved lu a natural way, and the
harmony which results then would
he a true harmony, not an affected
one.”
Why?
1 wish 1 could take our young
friend one day to the zoo where
something in the weather or some
thing else which could not he helped
had adversely affected the disposi
tions of the residents there. For
that Is one place where there Is no
“affectation," no “artificiality”—
and no breeding, which in other
words is consideration for others.
Of course our friend would not
stay there long enough to make
much of a study of the matter—no
longer, probably, than necessary to
get away. Hut the din of very In
harmonious noises would be suffi
cient to illustrate the answer to her
question as to why It is not feasible
for humans always to Indulge their
impulses, to do in the presence of
others what they really want to do,
to express without restraint our
like und dislike impression. To
carry that to its logical conclusion,
saying things would be followed
perhaps by throwing tilings; in any
event the result would be not un
like the result In a zoo. of condl
tions adversely affecting the genial
ity of the Inmates.
© Bell Syndicate. — WNU Servlc*.
Galas •
At 40 miles an hour the wind be
comes " 'moderate gale.” A “fresh"
gnle has n velocity of -15 miles or
above; a "strong” gale 50, anil
a “whole" gHle 00.
4
V/x>lL( JlliUMiiK
NIGHT
By ANNE CAMPBELL
_.
PITTLVU beside you on the cool
gray stone,
I saw through your dear eyes the
summer night.
The trees were shadowy, their dark
leaves blown
IJy perfumed breezes ... In the
misty light
Of the far moon, I caught the pure
white gleam
Of your loved profile. . . . With
your quiet gaze
Turned on the stars, lost In a hap
py dream,
Tou wandered far from earth’s
perplexing ways.
I saw the world beyond you . .
reaching space,
Tiie silhouette of trees against
the sky . . .
And knew that nothing counted but
your face.
you were my world. . . . The
moon that rode so high.
The stars, ns lost ns I In mists of
blue.
Were nothing. There was only
love and you.
© Western Newspaper Union.
lyjllNUIC (VIA
One of the simples’
treatments and one wl
tieularly refreshing to
a lemon and water rinst
should be as cold as po
slide a piece of Ice Info
with the juice of two le
Splash this Ice-cold
water mixture over yo
or more times.
Copyright by Public Led
WNC Service.
* MOTHER’S *
COOK BOO
GOOD ICE CREAM SAUCES
A SIMPLE Ice cream of plain fla
vor served with a good sauce
makes a most delightful dessert and
Is always enjoyed.
Fruit Punch Sauce.
Cook together one cupful of sugar
and one-third cupful of water until
it spins a long thread. Add one cup
ful of crushed pineapple, one-third
cupful of maraschino cherries
chopped, add some of the Juice, two
tablespoonfuls of lemon Juice and
a few grains of salt. Bring to the
boiling point and chill.
Caramel Sauce for Ice Cream.
Put Into a saucepan one-half cup
ful each of sugar and corn sirup and
one cupful of cream. Mix and boll,
stirring occasionally until It Is of
the right consistency. Add three
For Informal Hours
When she has nothing In partlcu
lar to do, Ann Sheridan wears a
washable cotton dress—like this
white cotton broadcloth with n
crossbar pattern in brown and red.
A kerchlet tie of brown linen
matches a belt of the same mate
rial, supplying the necessary con
trast.
fourths teaspoonful of >
a few grains of salt. 1
hot water until ready t<
Cream Chocolate S
Mix one cupful of s
fourth cupful of water
tablespoonfuls of corn si
until a soft ball is fo
slowly four squares of
melted over hot water, i
of cream and one-half
fondant; boil one minut
constantly. Add a least
vanilla and serve hot or
© Western Newspaper L
Gl£UGAG>J
I— .—
“Nowadays when a woi
to catch a husband,” sa
| Katie, “she calls it pref
career.
© Bell Syndicate.—WNU Sc
I Jo You Knc
! ■ ■ — ..
That the wedding vei
relic of the canopy thai
to be held over the br
seclude her from pi
gaze? The ancient Rc
looked upon it as a proti
against the evil eye, a s
stition current among
tribes and nations.
® McClure Newspaper Syndic
WNU Service.
Mother Who Boasts Double Quintupl
Hi;uK is h proud moll,Cl cut. the pel of the Stuyvesuut .\e.*uo.
house hi "4 St. Murks place. New Vork city, with the 10 uur
j oi her latest liner of 11 killetui.