Speed Is A Great Asset; But It's

The Best Recommendation For An Umpire In The Old Days Was: "he Licked Somebody In The Three-i League. He Ought To Do.

That Boy Mantle Is A Good One.

When I Played Ball, I Didn't Play For Fun. . . . It's No Pink Tea, And Mollycoddles Had Better Stay Out. It's A Contest And Everything That Implies, A Struggle For Supremacy, A Survival Of The Fittest.

Every Man In The Game, From The Minors On Up, Is Not Only Fighting Against The Other Side, But He's Trying To Hold Onto His Own Job Against Those On His Own Bench Who'd Love To Take It Away. Why Deny This? Why Minimize It? Why Not Boldly Admit It?

He (shoeless Joe Jackson) Was The Finest Natural Hitter In The History Of The Game.