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...want him." But Hope had him, for $6,500. Hope did better with Dentist Gary Middlecoff, "master of the chip and middle inlay." Middlecoff brought $16,000. Durante managed to sell Ted Kroll for $10,000. ("Didja ever see this fella Kroll's legs? A regular croquet player.") Top price ($16,500) went for last year's winner, Gene Littler. Littler went to Singer Frankie Laine, who had bought him last year and won $72,900 in the divvying up. Frankie's purchase brought...
While De Sapio is making the proper maneuvers in public-keeping Harriman alive as a candidate, but not pushing him too far out-Averell Harriman will be working intensely toward the goal in his own way. At whatever game he is playing -polo, croquet, iskiing, bridge, railroading, diplomacy, politics-he has a consuming urge to keep working, driving, doing. One reason for that urge may well be the fact that, if he had been inclined to loaf, he would not have had to turn a hand throughout his life. His father gave him many of the rewards men work...
Partners at Croquet. Early in the New Deal, Harriman's political tutelage was taken over by a real genius, the gaunt son of an Iowa harnessmaker, Harry Hopkins. Hopkins and Harriman used to play croquet (Harriman had dismounted from polo by that time) at Herbert Bayard Swope's estate on Long Island. It was the beginning of a great friendship. Wrote crotchety old Harold Ickes: "Mr. Harriman was one of the famous group of patron-protégés of the late Harry Hopkins. Probably he was the chief of these. He was always willing to scratch...
Harry Hopkins and Averell Harriman needed each other. While Hopkins could usher Harriman into Government importance, Harriman could introduce Hopkins into a life of croquet, champagne and social elegance. Through Hopkins, Harriman became one of the New Deal's "tame millionaires"-so tame, in fact, that some of his Wall Street friends could hardly believe...
...father-in-law's Packard from Eldorado Springs on the first trip he had taken after his wedding. Contemplating it, he seemed unusually relaxed and contented, for here was the segment of land that he had always most liked to come back to. Suddenly from below, from the croquet garden of the hospital, came shouts denoting that here was another day, spent in Colorado, to be remembered. "Happy Birthday, Ike," several convalescent patients were calling up to him. "Happy Birthday, Mr. President...