Though snow still sifts through bleacher benches of the North, an exotic atmosphere, seeping outward from the baseball training camps, has begun to warm the nation's wintry disposition. Sixteen squads of the game's aristocrats are fattening at Southern hostelries for April openings in the public amphitheatres. Sixteeen majestic managers are polishing vocabularies suitable for emergencies, errors, and umpires of the great campaign. Scores of reverent recruits are standing by while their creaking betters suffer the strained horrors of the first few days. Southern cities entertain with barbecue and jubilee. The last...
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