The visiting team's dressing room in Philadelphia's old Shibe Park was dressed up to look like a banquet hall one day last week. Gay flags hung from the walls, a long table sported baskets of flowers and an icy cake decorated with sugar baseball bats & balls, and about 100 baseball men milled noisily about sipping Scotch & soda. Presently they began to munch chicken patties, crab cutlets, cakes, nuts and mints. Suddenly a tall, gaunt old fellow with bushy white eyebrows and sunken eyes strode in briskly. The guests promptly gave him a...
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