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What has two golden legs, a large mouth, catches flies and answers to the call of "Beep! Beep!"? A speedy little creature called Road Runner II, that's what. In recent weeks, however, he has preferred to be known by his real name and title: Ralph Garr, leftfielder, Atlanta Braves. That's R-a-l-p-h Garr. If enough people spell it that way on the write-in ballot for the National League All-Star team, he may yet get the recognition he says he so richly deserves. "The rate I'm going," he says...
...Garr's sell sounds a little hard, it's only understandable. After leading the league with a .400-plus batting average for the first third of the season, he has lately slipped into the .320s. But that's just temporary, he says. "The way I figure, with the speed I got and the fact that I don't strike out much, and all the good things God gave me, if anybody hits .400 this year, it will...
Pitching Underhand. If he does, maybe then Braves General Manager Paul Richards will do something about the one figure that really bothers Garr: his $14,000-a-year salary, which is a scant $1,500 above the major league minimum. Richards, however, does not impress easily. In 1967, when Garr hit .568 for Grambling College, the scouts, he says, "must have thought they were pitching underhand." When Garr's lawyer called the Braves and said he had this $200,000 player he would "let go for $100,000," Richards dispatched a scout who signed Garr...
...Pittsburgh, Pirate Leftfielder Willie Stargell, who twice this season has hit three home runs in one game, clouted his eleventh homer to set a new record for the month of April. And in a 25-hit slugfest in Atlanta, the Braves' 25-year-old Ralph Garr and the San Francisco Giants' aging (40) Willie Mays collected four hits apiece. The barrage boosted Garr's average to a league-leading .434, and gave added testimony to Mays' contention that "there's a little life in these old bones...
...Eyeglasses. That boisterous Democratic spirit has not flagged in Private Citizen Truman. At 72, his grey hair is thinning, his belt is let out a little (Vietta Garr, the Trumans' longtime cook, has orders to hold down on her specialty, chocolate pie). Nowadays, without the White House valet to start him out, he sometimes wears his tropical suits a day too long. The white dress shirts of his presidential days have given way to soft sport shirts, the crisp handkerchief is no longer inevitable in his breast pocket...