Word: players
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Dates: during 1950-1959
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...basketball was not part of the plan; in Monroe, La., where Bill was born, a Negro boy's prospects for first-class high-school training in basketball were close to zero. Bill's Uncle Bob decided that his nephew should grow up to be a baseball player. If Bill developed into a lefthanded pitcher, he might play good enough ball on Monroe's sand lots to earn a college scholarship. So Uncle Bob started early to convert a naturally righthanded boy into a southpaw...
Just as Uncle Bob planned, Bill grew up to be a southpaw. But baseball was forgotten when the family moved to Oakland, Calif. Like any other youngster. Bill tried to imitate his older brother, who was a flashy, high-school basketball player. On the court Bill was ambidextrous, but he was mostly Pogo-stick legs and gawky elbows, too awkward to make the regular team until his senior year...
...National High School Federation looked back over its football season and reported a grim fact: six youngsters died as a result of injuries. Heads hitting against the ground, knees or helmets accounted for four fatal concussions; one player died of a fractured vertebra; the sixth died of a ruptured kidney. There was scant consolation in the discovery that the death rate of .90 per 100,000 players was the second lowest on record. Lowest: 1952, with...
...their record books, baseball's statisticians discovered that five of the best nine pitchers in the American League were lefthanders. Best of all was the Chicago White Sox's Billy Pierce, who had an earned-run average of 1.97. Yogi Berra, Yankee catcher who was Most Valuable Player for the third time, led the American League in catching errors. Yogi made 13 misplays for an average...
...assignment, in the name part of Cherubini's Medea, done in concert form in Manhattan's Town Hall. The role is one of opera's most difficult, but it held no terrors for Soprano Farrell. During rehearsal her attitude was playful. She kidded the French horn player for a minute burble, grinned delightedly at the violins when they produced a soaring harmony. While her voice was deep in Medea's wells of grief, jealousy, and hatred, she artlessly combed her hair for a press photographer. In the performance, however, she threw herself into the deeply demanding...