The Waterbury Democrat., 1940-05-13
TODAY'S
SPORT
PARADE

United Press Stan Correspondent
New York, May 13-(UP)--Being
q country boy who was brought up
to believe that II was neighborly to
call on sick friends, ! paid o visit
yesterday to the New York Yankees
In their dugout, Just before their
game with the Boston Red Sox.
The Yankees had lost eight
straight games, which meant they
really were sick folk. ! felt almost
ashamed, when ! sat down among
them on the bench, and realized I
had come emptyhanded without
even 80 much as O little jar OF
calves.foot jelly or some chicken
broth.
There they sat, oil In a row, from
water cooler TO water cooler, the
World Champion Yankees who once
had only to throw their gloves on the
field to conquer any enemy. With a
team batting average that would
shame o twilight league club they
were the Branx cap pistols not the
Bronx Bombers
"Glad to see ya," GREETED Lefty
Gomez when walked In. pull up O
chair. Stay around O while. The
chances are that youu get to pinch
hit before the afternoon Is over. Our
hitters are so bad they're thinking Of
calling on me In the clutch"
I'VE haven't dropped that low,
Gomez" cracked Bump Hadley.
whats that about hitting?"
asked Joe Gordon. whats O hit,
anyway? I've forgotten what the
world means. You know, when my
baby Is born In August what ! plan
to give him for O present. At least,
what'd like TO give him. Well, I'll
tell you--a scratch single through
the infield."
Safety Pin Joe
Joe Cronin, manager Of the Red
Sox walked past the aYnkee dugout.
An Irishman who yields nothing to
an umpire without an argument,
Cronin takes a riding from the fans
and rival players for his consistent
beefing about decisions. As he walk
ed past Earl Coombs, Yankee coach,
spotted two Giant sofety pins that
Cronin was using to keep his pants
tight around his knees.
Look at those safety pins, boys"
(Naa,.nhe "a Had 20 tho ovnkaa MA ".
ers. He needs 'em, too, the big cry
baby, to keep his diapers up"
Cronin gave the dugout In general
a laugh and went on about his bus
mess.
Bill Dickey suggested that ! ask
Mccarthy about the "long-haired
fellow" who came into see him In
the dressing room before the team
came out on the field.
HE was psychologist or some
thing" Dickey said.
His name was Applebaum or APP
plebeam or pretty close to that" the
Yankee manager volunteered. "He's
a real psychologist, all right. Does
lectures and stuff like that. A base
ball nut, too. Hasn't missed O stad-
ium game in years. Said he knew
that our trouble was mental, and I
agreed with him, except told him
there wasn't anything wrong that q
few base knocks wouldn't cure"
what did he say to that?" !
asked.
well, he said he had a picture Of
what was wrong with the Yankees"
Mccarthy said. He figured our
players were looking at the play
ere on the other team through the
right end Of telescope, which made
them appear big, and looking at
themselves through the wrong end,
which made them look small. Said
what they needed was to turn the
telescope around"
Maybe our guys been hitting
with telescopes" said Red Rolfe.
Maybe I'd do better with q tele-
scope than I do with bat. I think
I'll try that out"
who you want In the bull pen,
Joe," asked Coach Art Fletcher. Let's
see," the boss unused. "We1l try
Donald and Sundra. But I don't
think Red will need EN-"
Red didnn' need them, either. The
Red that Is Ruffing. went out and
BANKED the Red Sox. beating them
{ to o.
Maybe the Yanks didn't need the
psychologist naymore than they did
my calves-foot Jelly. That Is, the