In a Cincinnati cemetery one day last week a weeping widow stood at her husband's grave. Suddenly out of the graveyard solitude came a voice. She listened, caught the word Redsover & over, louder & louder. A little alarmed but more curious, she picked her way along the row of tombstones, came upon a mound of fresh earth. Peering around it, she discovered the source of the strange voice: a portable radio was keeping a pair of gravediggers posted on what was going en at Crosley Field five miles away.
What was going on...
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