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Next morning Dorothy's father sent word that she was under a doctor's care for a sore throat. Would she return to school? No one seemed to know. But Mrs. Warlick knew who had won. Warned away from the school on penalty of arrest, she announced that she was disgusted because she had so little support and was quitting as secretary-treasurer of the White Citizens' Council. Said she: "I'm ashamed of the white race...
...sorry shape. Their campaign in the West was a wreck: they had lost five out of seven games, seen their lead over the Sox dwindle to 32 games. Their pitching staff was riddled with walking wounded: Little Bobby Shantz, who had carried the Yanks all summer, was nursing a sore pitching finger; Whitey Ford was worried with a shoulder that throbbed whenever he thought of throwing; World Series Hero Don Larsen was in disrepair. Their heaviest hitter, Center Fielder Mickey Mantle, was hobbled with shin splints; he was limping to the plate on legs taped from ankle to thigh...
...Third Game belonged to the ancient of the Yankees, Enos Slaughter, 41. The tireless outfielder, who gets his pep from a diet of blackstrap molasses and sunflower-seed oil, waited until the eleventh inning, while Whitey Ford, his sore arm suddenly healthy, held the Sox to a 1-to-1 tie. Then, Enos stepped to the plate, took an effortless swing at the first pitch and sent the ball high and far into the right center-field stands. After Hank Bauer's third-inning homer, that was all the Yankees needed to win, 2-1, and head home with...
...still dreams of returning from duty to his wife and children in Mystic. Conn. A young Australian couple, Peter and Mary Holmes, use habit as an escape from the horror to come; they go on as they always have-sailing, giving parties, worrying when their small daughter has a sore throat or fever. Moira Davidson at first seems to drink too much, but a Platonic relationship with Commander Towers soon settles her into the resigned-to-fate mold of the others...
...when the smog descends, my eyes water, my nose clogs up, my throat gets sore, I feel miserable, and work at only half capacity. So I packed up and left and took my business with...