Bags of peanuts in hand, Bing Crosby and three little Crosbys clumped into the dressing room of the spring-training Pittsburgh Pirates. Said Part-Owner (25%) Crosby to Pitcher Kirby Higbe, as he popped a peanut into his mouth: "How's things, Kirby?" With a shudder, a Pirate locker man grabbed Bing just in time to arrest the flight of a second peanut. Bad luck, explained the locker man—eating peanuts in a dressing room.
The Pirates are authorities on bad luck. Last year the club finished in the cellar. The trouble was more than peanut-eating: there had been too much all-night poker and drinking. Since...
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