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...their contract. The profits that once went to the owners are now rerouted to the players, the source of that income. The fans, the public, and the media must accept baseball as the full-fledged entertainment business it has become, a business controlled by the rulers of hamburger, whiskey, chewing gum, lumber, and brewery empires. Fans should not condemn the players for demanding and receiving a larger measure of the revenue they themselves generate. As Judge Frank said in 1949, "Only the totalitarian-minded will believe that high pay excuses virtual slavery...
Smoking a marijuana cigarette and taking periodic sips from a glass of whiskey, Thompson spoke rapidly as he answered questions for an hour and a half in front of what he described as a "seething rabble." Over 200 people were turned away from the door, and the speech was held up for 20 minutes while technicians wired sound for those left outside...
...make a lady, and then she'll spit," he used to say. In addition to many distinguished ancestors, Boeth can also claim a petticoat thief in New Amsterdam (fined 20 guilders for the deed). And Chicago Bureau Chief Benjamin Cate enjoys recalling, among his Puritan precursors, one William ("Whiskey") Cate, who earned his moniker as the watchdog of sobriety in colonial Boston. "During his lifetime, he confiscated many bottles of booze," says Cate. "When old Bill finally died, they found that all those hundreds of bottles were still in the basement-and all empty...
...poet's alter ego travels to Venice. Henry worries over "his failing life, / his whiskey curse, his problems with his wife." He watches his young daughter grow older and thinks: "This is the end of Daddy, the shallowing of the depths of her childhood, when bearded Daddy was any." Though Berryman could movingly record Henry's despair at the deaths of friends, the poet could also tease his own creation...
...usually dour West Virginia Democrat tore off his dinner jacket, rolled up his sleeves, picked up a fiddle and began sawing away. Some 1,300 hand-clapping, foot-stomping guests at the Washington Press Club's annual salute to Congress followed him through rousing choruses of Rye Whiskey, Cumberland Gap and the new Administration's anthem, Amazing Grace. "My word," cried one amused Senator, South Carolina's Fritz Hollings, "they're going to have us all born again...