Neither the War nor the Gas Curfew is something to look forward to, but for baseball fans the looming World Series is. To every fan, it was last week apparent, on Aug. 1, that the American League pennant was already in the bag. The smooth, smart, smitey New York Yankees, with a Murderers' Row comparable to that of Babe Ruth's day, had won 45 of their last 50 games, were twelve games ahead of the second-place Indians. Even jut-jawed Joe McCarthy, most modest manager in the business, admitted that nothing but a catastrophe could stop his Yankees from bagging their fifth...
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