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...pillared pool at the San Francisco Olympic Club was boiling with activity. Swimmers darted like dragonflies across its surface while they juggled a 9-in. inflated ball with aquatic agility. Spring-legged goalies exploded from the water to bat down the slick, wet ball whenever it was heaved at their 10-ft.-wide nets. But as the Olympic Club and the Lynwood Athletic Club of Downey, Calif., fought it out for the A.A.U. indoor water polo championship last week, spectators and referee alike were only partially interested in the fancy teamwork, the precise passing and the tireless swimming. They spent...
...Once the brightest pitching prospect in the American League, Cleveland's Herb Score was only 23 when he won 20 games in 1956. Next season Score was struck in the right eye by a line drive off the bat of Yankee Infielder Gil McDougald. Doctors saved his sight, but Score never regained his old form. Inclined to wildness, fastball Pitcher Score was traded to the Chicago White Sox last year. Last week he was farmed out to San Diego in the Pacific Coast League. Said White Sox Manager Al Lopez: "There is nothing wrong with Herb...
...nine. Barry Babcock was the littlest boy in the Temple City, Calif.. Little League. But he had already put in one year patiently serving as his team's bat boy, and last week Barry got his chance to play. His father, Jack Babcock. watched proudly from the stands as Barry stepped into the batter...
...mound. Pitcher Mike Hanes. 10, wound up and threw a soft, slow curve. As Barry turned to swing, the ball hit him on the chest. The youngster dropped his bat, staggered backward, collapsed in the arms of Umpire Al Millham. and died. Improbably, the mild impact had stopped Barry's heart. Pitcher Hanes collapsed in hysterics. But like so many Little League parents, grief-stricken Jack Babcock showed a stubborn concern for the game. "I hope this doesn't curtail Little League ball," said Babcock. "Barry wouldn't want that. He loved baseball more than anything...
WILLIE MAYS, the cheerful, carefree rookie of 1951, now a hardened, introspective veteran of 30, had something to worry about. He had failed to get a hit in eight straight times at bat; his average had dropped to .290. When Warren Spahn, on the way to his no-hitter, carelessly fed Mays a fat pitch, Willie meekly grounded back to the box. "I was in deep," said Willie, "and I thought I was going deeper." Then, in another game against the Braves, Mays suddenly snapped out of his slump. Battering three Milwaukee pitchers, he became the ninth player in baseball...