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DIED. Leroy ("Satchel") Paige, 75 or perhaps more, ageless, flamboyant fastball pitcher who became a legend during two decades in the old Negro leagues, even before breaking into the majors as a rookie of 42-the first black pitcher in the American League; of a heart attack; in Kansas City, Mo. "Do you throw that hard consistently?" asked his first manager. "No, sir," said Satchel, "I do it all the time." Paige (his nickname came from carrying satchels at a railroad depot as a child) estimated that he pitched 2,500 games in the black leagues, won 2,000, including...
...Laugh, all of which originally appeared in The New Yorker, represent more of the same. In these last stories Perelman drifts more and more into a cosmic nostalgia which he fails to connect to anything relevant to non-octagenarian readers, Stories like And Then the Whining Schoolboy With His Satchel, in which the 15-year-old Perelmanesque character finds himself accused for plagiarizing Cooper, Kipling, Stevenson. The Riders of the Purple Sage and half a dozen other works in an autobiographical essay for a tenth grade class, makes it pretty far across the historical gulf. The scenario is ticklish...
Bell explained for the first time why Paige always said that Cool Papa could turn out the lights and be in bed before the room got dark. "We stayed in old hotels and one night Satchel and I were rooming together and I got back to the room before him. Well this light switch on the wall must have had a short in it because I went over and flipped it and got in bed, and after I got in bed the lights went out. I said, 'Oh, I'm gonna tell Satchel something now.' Satchel comes...
...grievance of many Viet Nam veterans. Douglas MacArthur warned against an Asian land war; he was right. There were no front lines. Reality tended to melt into layers of unknowability. The same person could be a friend and an enemy?the smiling laundress in the morning carried a V.C. satchel charge at night. The enemy might even be a child with a basket. The ambiguity made Americans twitch. "My Lai?" says Larry Mitchell. "There were lots of My Lais...
...then, you have to wonder a little bit about the man with the satchel of explosives. If he is so smart, why does he leave, where any dumb flatfoot can find it, a map with one of his targets circled...