Bill Terry looks out around third base these days and wonders if, after all these years, the Yankees have finally let a great ball player slip out of their grasp.
The young man who is making him wonder is Tom Hafey, a tall Californian. An aspirant for third base with the Giants, he is a cousin of Chick Hafey, the great Cardinal hitter and former National League batting champion and a brother of Bud, who failed to make the grade with the White Sox and Pirates.
Terry came to Baton Rouge with his mind made up on George (Mercury) Myatt as the Giants' regular bot-corner custodian. Myatt is still No. 1 man but Hafey is looking better every day.
Hefey eluded both the Indians and the Yankees. In getting away from the Indians he came very near to becoming another "Tom Henrich Case." After finishing the season with Zanesville in 1935, he was shipped to Minneapolis.
"Cover-up" Deal npr inexorably to the "25."
Those Frosh players understood that the tuition notes they signed were mere formalities. Moreover they understood that they could earn board and lodging through mere formalities—just as had any number of freshman squads done in the past at Pitt. But suddenly the University officials cracked down, and the Frosh discovered that they really had to work their way through the University. They were asked to work five hours a day.
Doc Sutherland rose in his wrath and said:
"No man can work five hours a day, try to play football and still keep up in his studies.—I regard those studies as more important than anything else. Never have I had a player on any of my teams who wasn't a good student. Never did 1 want one. There is no place in topflight college football for stupid persons who can't keep up in their studies."
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