Baseball's freshest sight in the still youthful 1960 season is a juvenile band of Baltimore Orioles. The man most re sponsible for the fact that the Orioles are fluttering giddily around the top of the American League: Manager Paul Rapier Richards, 51, a sharp-featured, sharp-thinking Texan with a rare talent for developing young players. Last week, while kids with autograph books were besieging his long-forlorn Orioles in the lobby of Manhattan's Hotel Roosevelt, Richards ordered a breakfast of prune juice, dry cereal and coffee in suite 727-729 and leaned back to talk about...
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