Son Fouled. In the grandstand at Portland, Ore., sat seven-year-old Tommy Prothro and hundreds of others. Tommy's eyes were wide, intent, staring at the batter's box. Swinging his bat in the batter's box was "Doc" Prothro, agile third-base for Portland. Tommy, proud of Papa Prothro, knew he would hit the ball. Papa hit it. The ball, foul, glanced into the stand, struck Tommy Prothro just below the eye. Papa Prothro vaulted into the stand, carried his son to the dressing-room. Ice applications soothed Tommy. . . . The game went on.
Bird. A bird...
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