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...with your colored diplomats!" shouted beefy, red-faced Proprietor Clarence Rosier. "I built this place with my sweat. Now you come up here with your clean shirt and pressed pants and tell me how to run my business. Go back to Washington and tell Kennedy he can feed 'em. I wouldn't have a customer left if I let them people in here." Rosier's wife cried her agreement: "They're dirty and they stink. Would you want to sleep in a bed they'd slept...
...pitching, not hitting, may be the key. In fact there are more damn good pitchers in this Series than you or I ever saw before. Count'em: Whitey Ford, Luis Arroyo, Ralph Terry, Bill Stafford, Jim Coates, Roland Sheldon, Hal Reniff, Jim O'Toole, Joey Jay, Bob Purkey, Jim Brosnan, Bill Henry, and Ken Johnson...
...handy documentation of business expenses. Some people who have difficulty obtaining automobile insurance have no such problem with rented cars. Claims Nate Rosenberg of Alert Car Rental (T-Bird, Cadillac convertibles, Continentals, etc.): "The stars make so much money they can't afford a car. I got 'em all: Yul Brynner, Sal Mineo, Bobby Darin, Connie Francis, Bob Kennedy, Peter Lawford, Conrad Nagel. It's a million-bucks-a-year business...
...final touch of satire is a ripenorting skirmish in shoot-em-up Western style, with rifles cracking and artillery bombarding, with the Southern mansion blown to bits before our very eyes, and with Thersites treacherously shot dead in the back (as an echo of the earlier slaying of Hector...
...showing. "When we are not getting the pitching," says he, "we are getting the hitting. It's the best balanced team I've ever handled." Even so, nobody in the power-packed National League is ready to concede. "It's too early to hand 'em the flag," says Pittsburgh's Murtaugh. Predicts Pirate Trainer Danny Whelan: "The Reds will fold next month. Then either the Dodgers or the Pirates will move in for the kill." Maybe. But Cincinnatians reply with a lusty rendition of the closing refrain...