They tell the story about Earl Whitehill and Ruth that illustrates the point. A year or so ago White-hill, who has been in the American League for years and years, and who pitched against Ruth dozens of times, was on the same train with Ruth. For a "gag" he took a dining car menu, walked up to Babe, and asked him to autograph it.
Ruth looked at Earl, didn't "know him from Adam, obligingly signed his name, and returned to looking out the window.
When and if Ruth takes charge of the Brooklyns he is going to have a large photograph album of his players in order to tell if the right men are playing for him. It is conceivable that on the days he leaves the album at home, or misplaces it, his players will take a holiday and let recruits from the neighbouring sand lot teams perform their chores. Sandlotters or his own big-leaguer: they still would get the same greeting of "how ya, kid!"
And when Ruth makes up the line-up it probably will read something like this: Kid, 1B; Kid, S; "Kid, RF; Kid, OF; Kid, 3B; Kid, 28; Kid, C; Kid, IF; and Kid, P.
But anyway, "kid", welcome back. You were too big a guy to spend your time wandering from golf course to golf course—especially when you putt the way you do.—United Press.
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