Joe DiMaggio's friends were worried about him. For days in a row, he shut himself up in his midtown Manhattan hotel and brooded. He watched ballgames by television; the semimonthly installments on his $90,000-a-year salary seemed to increase his gloom. Waiting for his sore heel to heal had made easygoing, hard-playing Joe DiMaggio a different man.
Last week, to the delight of Joe DiMaggio and of U.S. baseball in general, the doctors gave him the green light; Joe was ready to take his turn at bat again. Outfielder DiMaggio, down to a lithe, trim...
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