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Show TUESDAY, APRIL 3, 1951 Tha Dragerton Tribune, Dragerton, Utah PfiZ 1 SPORTUGHT Jim Is Credit To His Town and Game By GRANTLAND RICE I send you my vorite ones, sons and my ing pitcher in the last world series. It is interesting to know that one of his. towns citizens came down to see him work not only because he was a star pitcher, but largely because he was a right guy. Konstanty is no rookie. The records show that he was bom in the sterling village of Strykersville, New York, some 34 years ago. That age makes him, doubly valuable in the game today, since many rookies are in the draft age. fa- Tbs sons that I love the best . - I send them to you when I know they are due, And ready to tackle the test. I send you my sons but it isnt gift, Its merely a loan for when They have served out their day of "promotion and pay They come to my arms again. For they all come back to their Mother, However the die is cast. They gather the cheers of the radiant years But the Bush is their home at Phillies of 1951 year ago at this date, Eddie Sayyer didnt think the Phillies A last. would finish third. He thought his youth needed more seasoning. They From a Home Town Clearwater, Fla. -- A nice, fellow that I had never seen before came up and said THE hello. FICTION pleas-ant-lookin- Do you know why he asked. finished first, barely beating the Dodgers on the last day. But if Curt Simmons hadnt been called away for army duty. Sawyer would have galloped in by five or six games. In this uncertain year of 1951, Sawyer has no Curt Simmons around. He still has Konstanty. He has Robin Roberts, one of the best pitchers in either league. He has Bubba Church, Ken Heintzelman and others. But Eddie will miss Simmons, who was about due for a 20 or maybe a season in the list of winners. The loss of Simmons to the Phillies, Art Houtteman to the Tigers and Whitey Ford to the Yankees are the hardest blows the draft has delivered so far. They were all stars, all important to their clubs. 23-ga- g Im here? Maybe the sun,' I said. or Or oranges baseball. No," he said, I came down here just to see a fellow ' y named Jim get ready for another year. Jim is from my home town where he runs DIFFERENT LANGUAGE By SHORTLY Kon-stant- g Richard H. Wilkinson Spanish that neither of the Garrisons understood. They regarded each other with frightened looks. One of the henchmen dlsmonnted and proceeded to examine the car. Theyre wondering if Its worth anything. Mrs. Garrison said. It isnt, Mr. Garrison told her. There followed a rapid jargon of speech between the riders. Presently two of them uncoiled ropes and attached the ends to the automobiles bumper. It was quite evident that they planned to tow the thing away, and the Garrisons were congratulating themselves on escaping with their lives, when the leader signed to them to enter the vehicle. Mrs. Garrison shrieked and clung to her husband. Theyre going to kidnap us. Oh, Lord, have mercy!1 Mr. Garrison was more practical. I doubt if they harm us if we do what they say. If we dont they might cut off our ears. Thus having set his wifes mind at rest, he preceded her into the car and sat behind the wheeL grease-besmeare- stPoroirsccoLPi BABE TRIPLE-THREA- T QUARTERBACK OP KENTUCKY WHO SPARKED HIS TEAM TO VICTORY OVER OKLAHOMA " M THE 1951 SUGAR BOWL, WILL BE BACK NEXT IN THE YEAR TO RATE AS ONE OF THE TOP Q-6NATION. A PASSING EXPERT, BABE PLAYED A S UTTLE OVER ONE QUARTER AGAINST NORTH DAKOTA. NCV. 15th, AND TOSSED 5 TOUCHDOWN PASSES) BEFORE THE SEASON HAD ENDED HE HAD SHATTERED THE SOUTHEASTERN CONFERENCE PASSING RECORD. Wwrfoxx newest addition 2? Hall of Quite WtOMQNT LEAGUE 8AIL CAREER, rr TIC 9 INNING sson GAMES O CUE SEASON, base-n- o Pvasojtand HIS ricrr JJWMY MADE 52 EASEEALL OF THE 1950 IACIFC COAST LEA- 83 BALKS WERE CALLED L- -- TIGHT-LIPPE- D -- e CORNER BEFORE noon on the Garrisons left Laredo for Mexico City, their motor went dead. Mrs. Garrison was greatly she Of all places I disturbed. to have this happen. I desaid, clare, you should have had the car looked at in Laredo. a sporting-- o o d s I did, said Mr. Garrison. His store. Id like to say voice was muffled because his head Grantland Rice that hes a big was beneath the hood. But Mrs. credit to any town or city or to Garrison was any game. paying no attenHe is something more than tion anyhow. She was a pitcher who could work in 71 gazing a about the wild, game games practically every other day all season long. rugged, treeless in Jim is something more than a which they had stopped, country fellow with a rubber arm. Hes as if expecting Pancho Villa and a a gentleman and a great human horde of vicious looking henchmen to rise up from behind a rock. Five being. work horsemen suddenly appeared outIn watching Jim Konstanty of lined against the sky on the crest out, the most impressive feature his pitching is the ease and smooth of a nearby hill. Mrs. Garrison let out a squeak of ness of his form. There is no sign of extra effort in sight. John Me fright Into her mind there flashed Graw once said that Bugs Raymond stories of the roving bands of outhad the finest pitching motion he laws that inhabited the hills of ever saw. Ill settle for Walter Mexico. d Mr. Garrison lifted a Johnson or Grover Alexander. And the at face and stared Dizzy Dean wasnt far away. his at looked horsemen. Then he But Konstanty has his share wife and saw that her cheeks weTe of smoothness or rhythm or ease. No he said. we white. Rubbish! that recalled Checking back, own his scared. be to But also need been Jim Konstanty had heartbeats had increased in volume. the first relief pitcher to reach The horsemen were coming down the pinnacle of being voted the the hill. Mrs. Garrison had a wild National Leagues Most ValuaHe was good ble Player. impulse to flee. She could see the leader of the quintet and his apenough to beat the great Stan Muslal out of this hallowed pearance confirmed her fears. Just as the stories had said, he was dark baseball spot. a relief pitcher and handsome and oily. After acting as The leader of the group doffed all year, he was still good enough his hat and said something In to annoy the Yankees as a start IN THE FIRST . . . Andrei Gromyko, head of the Russian delegation to the Paris Big Four deputies conference holds a sideline huddle with another delegate. It was reported that-thonce during the Soviet delegate actually-smile- d GROMYKO MOUTH, A, AS A puSS3 LATER ANintoHOUR a side road they turned and presently before a great car stopped rambling ranch house. The prisoners were ordered to the alight. A wizened, copper-colore- d Mexican unloaded their handbags and led them inside and to a bedroom. Not bad for a kidnapers hideout, Mr. Garrison commented. It will probably take every cent we have to pay the ransom. They think were rich. Some one knocked at their door and they both started. But it was the same wizened servant. He beckoned to them and they followed him out and along the corridor and into a dining room. The leader of the kidnapers was waiting foy them. The Garrisons were hungry and so they ate. By the time th$ meal was finished all hands felt pretty ' gay. Footsteps sounded on the porch, and a young girl entered. At sight of the Garrisons, she hesitated, but their host greeted her warmly, and beckoned her to him. There fol lowed a jargon of speech between the man and girl. The girls face suddenly lighted and she looked-a- t the Garrisons. My father, she said In perfect English, regrets that he does not speak your language. But he trusts you have been made comfortable and will stay with him a few days. He has many American friends and whenever the chance offers he likes to extend them the hospitality of his home. He tells me that your car has been repaired and is waiting. Mr. and Mrs. Garrison looked at each other, Mrs. Garrison said: Oh, my! Just imagine! Do lets stay, Henry. And Henry said: O. K. And for no accountable reason he grinned and felt tenderly of hi ears. KATHLEEN NORRIS Indecency Has Become Pastime I WAS A LITTLE GIRL was a thing called modIt had its mawkish, prudish, esty. even prurient side perhaps, but this wasnt the main side. The main side was reticence and what shall I call it? coverage. Girls kept their bosoms and their legs and their armpits and their ankles concealed from the public view. They did not read notoriously unclean books or exchange notoriously filthy jokes. They did not use blasphemy, or refer flippantly to a rather large group of subjects WHEN termed sacred. References to physical conditions were confined to the ears of doctors, or to a comfortable family circle of mother, daughters, aunts, grandmothers. Pregnancy, though always a popular and exciting topic, was regarded as a matter of some delicacy; mixed groups of young men and women did not laughingly challenge each other to debate it. Such chatter as is heard Jen says today was unknown: Toms crazy for one; she wont. I think youre terrible not to have Connie. Fran says another, that as soon as theyre home shes thinking of having one. Young wives 50 years ago did not relate in detail to their intimates everything that went on in their own apartments. Young women and girls did not eagerly exchange books that plunge to the very roots and elaborate upon the most frightful abnormalities of human living. Every corner drugstore did not disthe play among all the and the dictionaries westerns, Bibles, those sinister, filthy little volumes whose contents drip like who-dun-it- s, . . beauties walking raised runway . .. an open sewer under our childrens feet and poison the very air they breathe. And 50 years ago we had no movies with their everlasting displays of dull looking (beauties walking a raised runway) before the of rows of smoking gluttonous and newspapermen judges; beauties - s who are ually negligent naked, and casof any displacement of that remaining tenth of nine-tenth- coverage. During the more than 20 years that I have been writing these articles I have rarely taken the posi- tion of crusader. Long, long ago X wrote of the futility of war of all wars. Encouraged by more than 7,000 let ts about that I lectured many, many times on the subject of peace. I never was paid for a lecture, but I did receive unexpected eggs more than once, and some remarkable offerings by mail. A pistol, and poison tablets,- - and notice from one great magazine group that it was done with me, forever. But thats beside the point Now I am crusading, in a mild way, again. I want to ask the women who feel as I do to notify their favorite movie theatres, by postcard, that they dont want any morv beauty contests on the screen. Burlesque shows arent as popular as they were; they degenerated into mere displays of stupid fat girls so obviously morons that all excitement and beauty went out of the show. But there are peep shows beginning again, and if your town Is threatened with one, do what you can to prevent its coming. When you come across a coarse, d salacious, immoral -- paper-covere- book, speak to the druggist. When a movie shows, as one did lately, a stupid looking man sitting immersed in a small tub of suds, and looking as bewildered and bored as was every sensible woman who saw him, drop the manager a line. Wear strapless gowns If your figure is young and flawless not otherwise. They may look all right in the shop, but when you force that roll flesh up into of 35 or a collar above them, they look all wrong. Wear a sensible bathing suit, of course. But dont squeeze falsies into the top of it and shorten the-tig- hts so that every time you move lumps and folds of your person threaten spontaneous combustion. Modesty is a lovely thing. But like everything else worth while it is a slow and delicate growth. You cant be careless and coarse and enjoy whispered filthy jokes and shocking freedoms in your speech! and your reading until you are 35, f and then turn around and drop all your associates and attempt to join i any group of really fine women, It seems to mewe American! mothers and grandmothers might : do something about this, because indecency in these superficial ways does lead to permanent danger for the rising generation. Beleased by WNU Featcres |