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...DiMaggio's friends were worried about him. For days in a row, he shut himself up in his midtown Manhattan hotel and brooded. He watched ballgames by television; the semimonthly installments on his $90,000-a-year salary seemed to increase his gloom. Waiting for his sore heel to heal had made easygoing, hard-playing Joe DiMaggio a different...
Dino Restelli is a rawboned young man (24) with powerful arms, bushy eyebrows and a sunny disposition. Like baseball's famed DiMaggio brothers, he comes from San Francisco's sandlots. A fortnight ago, upped to the majors from San Francisco of the Pacific Coast League, Dino pulled on a Pittsburgh Pirate uniform, got into the lineup as an outfielder and began cannonading the fences as few pea-green rookies ever had before...
There was more early-season pennant talk in the American League where the Yankees, paced by Henrich, had rolled up a solid six-game lead. At 33, modest, Ohio-born Tommy Henrich was having a new experience; he was the Yankees' big wheel. The great Joe DiMaggio had held that role for nine years, but a bone spur put him out of action before the season opened (TIME, April...
...dressing room, Henrich is the most imperturbable man on the squad. Although he makes $40,000 a year, Henrich is careful how he spends it, wears store suits and shirts (DiMaggio was always "a custom-made guy"). Henrich never volunteers advice to another Yankee, but when players come to him for help his blue eyes light up. Says one mate: "He's the kind of guy, you give him a watch and he'll take it apart and put it back together, and then write the watchmaker telling him what's wrong with...
When the public-address system blurted out, "Foul on Holstein," the Scottish reporter winced. To mispronounce the name of Willie Houliston (rhymes with fool us none), national hero and ace center-forward for Scotland, was as bad as manhandling the name of Joe DiMaggio. At halftime, the Scots had dribbled and passed rings around St. Louis' All-Stars and led, 3-0, but their hearts weren't really in it. The familiar air of tension and desperation, compounded with an occasional "Hampden roar" (a sustained Scottish cheer which becomes so engulfing that mikes have to be turned down...