The arm is one of the most remarkable relics in baseball. Years of catastrophe have put a permanent crook in the elbow. Under the strain of a game, the arm literally shortens two inches. Says one National League trainer: "You name it, that arm has it—bone chips, arthritis, a pathological condition, anything that can go wrong."
The battered right arm belongs to a powerful (6 ft. 4 in., 212 Ibs.) Negro of melancholy mien named Sad Sam ("Toothpick") Jones, 33, and it is largely responsible for putting the San Francisco Giants on a tottering perch at the head of the National League....
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