The home-town Hornets have just blanked the circuit-leading Mudhens, and the "writers"as athletes tend to call reportersare crowded into the Hornet locker room. There in the whirlpool bath is Ace Hurler Ace Hurley, naked as a slow curve, telling a cub reporter how he fanned the last three enemy swatters. She is scribbling fast.
She? The locker room, perhaps the last defensible male bastion in journalism, has gone coed. Since the National Hockey League broke the ice last year, more and more pro teams are admitting women to the sanctuaries of sweat. It is...
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