When the Cleveland Indians reached Detroit last week for a three-game series with the Tigers, they were met by hundreds of youngsters, swarming through the Union Depot, jeering "Cry Babies—Cry Babies!" At their hotel, the suffering base-bailers were further plagued by the strains of Rock-a-Bye Baby serenading them from the streets below.
All this to-do dated from last June, when a dozen petulant Indians stormed into the front office of the Cleveland club, wailed that Manager Oscar Vitt's scoldings got on their nerves, asked President Alva Bradley to fire him. Instead of spanking...
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