A cumulus cloud of cigar smoke drifted over the Waldorf-Astoria's grand ballroom as the heroes of bygone Saturdays settled back to listen to the speeches and entertainment. The occasion was the National Football Foundation's annual banquet, and the first man on his feet was Bob Hope. He was in top form, and when he sat down again, Hope left the old footballers weak with laughter. "Things have changed," he said. "I took a cab from the hotel to come here, and Carmine De Sapio was driving it." Then he turned to the young collegian award winners and barked out a command:...
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