White flecked the great man's bushy eyebrows, and he carried a cane in his gnarled fist. But the voice still swelled with rhetoric and the mind still swept to the horizon. Last week, as majestic as a grand old battlewagon rejoining the fleet, Branch Rickey, 77, became president of the Continental League, the collection of eager men who are confident that they can create a third major league by 1961. Rumbled Rickey: "I am actuated by a sense of duty, a debt I owe baseball."
In truth, baseball owes a debt to Rickey. More than...
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