At Manhattan's Waldorf-Astoria last week gathered baseball club owners and managers for a meeting of the National League. Under sharp scrutiny was a tall, thin young man with good clothes and an earnest, slightly bewildered expression. His manners were pleasant. But he was a curio. Week before he had bought the Cincinnati Reds. Boldly one newshawk marched up to him, gravely shook his hand, said: "Mr. Crosley, my deepest sympathy!" The Reds have won only one pennant in 49 years, have finished in last or next-to-last place for the last five years. Mr. Crosley is Powel Crosley Jr., radio...
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