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C y HWR, ^ fY# T EO DUROCHER hasn’t the eas ■L/ iest job in sport next year. He takes over, rightfully, a ball club that had its greatest year last sea son. The Dodgers have won pen nants before, but they never won a flag with so many spectacular thrusts, they never played to as many people and they never looked as good in any past world series. Since Larry MacPhail and Branch Rickey were under fire last spring. wui L/uiuuier, ms year’s suspension was out of order. There was little Rickey could right fully do except give Durocher another chance. The Dodg ers were supposed to be pennant win ners in 1948 — not in 1947, according to Rickey’s sched Durocher ule. Burt Shotton beat the gun by a year. The Dodgers should be bet ter in 1948 than they were in 1947. Durocher has the same team with a year’s more experience. This can be a big help to the Dodger pitch ing staff which is packed with young talent that only needed a few pitch ing angles and better control. It takes a year or longer for a thrower to become a pitcher, but the Dodger's raw material has been exceptional. Durocher should have five or six winning pitchers next spring, including Ralph Branca who may reach the 25-game spot Durocher also discovered through his year’s rest that even bigger crowds will come out if there is less umpire-baiting, which is no longer required. No one cares how hard the teams and the managers fight one another. Crowds today are no longer interested in arguments with umpires. Has Fire and Color Billy Southworth, one of the great est of all managers, has proved this for years. So has Joe McCarthy, an other member of the all-time greats. Shotton proved this case beyond all argument. The crowd comes out to see a ball game — not to listen to a dull and dumb debate between some manager and some umpire. A fighting manager is all right— but why fight with umpires? This type of baseball belongs with the Dodo and the Great Auk. Being a pretty smart fellow, Durocher has sensed the big change, I believe. No one can question the fact that Durocher isn’t smart. He has fire and color and a scrappy, hustling ball club. He also has one or two tough ball clubs to beat, including the Braves and Cardinals. Also the Giants, if Mel Ott can get any pitching. The Giants have every thing else. The Cards, who made a brilliant showing last year by forging into second place after a dismal start, again will be a threat. The pitch ing staff will be the main worry, coupled with the advanced age of players. Only a small improvement on the part of Braves and Cardinals can make a big difference, especially if the Dodger pitching staff doesn’t move up and locate, in a vague way, the general direction of the home plate. Lack of Control Along this line, we’ve just re ceived a letter from our all-time favorite pitcher — Grover Cleve land (Old Pete) Alexander, who isn’t far from being the greatest all around pitcher that ever threw a ball. And this includes Cy Young, Walter Johnson and Christy Math ewson; also Carl Hubbell and Lefty Grove. Here is Alexander’s letter: “Dear Grant, I just finished read ing your article on what is wrong with present day pitchers, and thought 1 would drop a few lines. No, I am not looking for anything. 1 am just trying to figure why they never have taken some old-timers on during spring training to work with these young throwers, as you aptly termed them. They teach hit ting and about everything else, but not pitching. “When I first came to Philly, Pat Moran was the coach, and about the first thing he said to me was tnis: ‘Kid, you have a good arm, but a heck of a lot to learn.' He took me in hand and he sure did teach me. Pat was smart. Of course, it took work. Hard work. “I never have been able to find out just what I did that put me on baseball’s blacklist. I tried several times to get back, and even wrote Mr. Chandler for almost anything to do. I had a nice letter from him, and then another one saying that there was no opening and they did not expect any. 1 was just out. “Pitching means control. By con trol 1 don’t mean the plate — I mean one or two inches of the plate. A real pitcher ought to be able to get the ball one or two inches from where he wants it — not one or two feet. But pitchers need instruc tion, which few ever get. What good is stuff, the greatest stuff ever thrown, that can’t cross the plate? This means hard work — hard work and instruction — learning how, maybe the hard way, which is gen erally the only way. G. C. Alexander, Wood River, 111.” Old Pete says he doesn’t need a job—but he could use one. And he happened to be so smart a pitcher that he made Johnny Evers and many others want to throw their bats away. "You knew when you faced Alex,” Greasy Neale told me the other day, “that you were going to get a ball you couldn't hit. He pitched 16 shutouts in Philly’s band-box park in one year.” They won't think it over. Greasy, for two few of them ever think about anything. They just throw. And what do most of the owner and managers think about? Nothini 1I 'HE footsteps came down the * city room and halted at the door of Clint Lipton’s office. Penny Alder felt eyes on her, boring down through the barrage of typewriter keys she was sending up. Something about Clint Lipton put a chip on her shoulder “Miss Alder—" the voice was too polite to belong to her pet pest, “—is Clint cornin’ back today?” She looked up at the old man who stood in the door of Clint’s room, a shiny serge suit bagging around his lean, stooped figure like a piece of wilted lettuce. She nodded. An assistant society editor had troubles enough. Let Clint Lipton take care of the sports department and his own pests. Old Hughey Lawler was his problem The old fellow touched the yel lowed, saw - brimmed straw hat clamped down over his thin fringe of white hair. “I’ve got some news about The Kid for Clint to write up,” he said, as he crossed the narrow aisle. “Oh,” Penny replied helplessly. If it/was about The Kid old Hughey would stand and gab forever ‘"Course I’ve got to give it to Clint. I’ve been keepin’ Clint right up to date on The Kid—” He swal lowed at something. “So he’s told me.” With dull fas cination she watched the old fel low’s Adam's apple climb up and down the stretch of turkey-like neck above the over-size collar. Clint also had said—that the next time old Hughey tried to fold his ears back, he was going to "Did I ever show you the picture The Kid sent me when he was trainin’ out on the Coast?” Hughey pushed a post-card portrait under her nose — a while-you-wait photo graph of a young fellow in sailor blues, his hat cocked at an angle over one belligerent eye. “A fine lookin’ boy. Miss Alder.” She’d seen the face before. Her glance strayed in through the open door of Clint’s office to where a shaft of late afternoon sunshine spotlighted a photograph tacked on the wall—a bare-torsoed kid in fight ing pose. She’d always looked down her short straight nose at those pictures of Clint’s brawn and beef friends— the guys with tin ears and bent noses, the guys heaving forward passes—the tough he-guys. And Clint Lipton—with his head of wild rusty hair, and that habitual frown wedged between his deep-set gray eyes—was part of his muscle menagerie, as far as she was con cerned. “—My grandson. Miss Alder—” You’d have thought the scrappy kid in the sailor suit was an admiral, from the pride in old Hughey’s voice. “You ask Clint if The Kid wasn’t on his way of being welter weight champ—before he wanted to enlist-” —■ “I’ll bet he was." Penny’s com ment dropped like a pebble into the ’deep pool of Hughey Lawler's pride. He gushed words. Penny Alder actually was glad to see Clint's rust-colored head appear. She almost welcomed his deep frown when he spotted her caller. Old Hughey turned to Clint. "I’ve got something for you to write up, Clint-” Clint’s nod toward his office was about as friendly as an umpire’s thumb. “I can only give you a min ute-” “Sure—” The old fellow turned. Penny found the Lipton frown aimed at her. "You’re a pal,” he "because The Kid would want It written up on your page—where his friends could see it. He ain't cornin’ back, Clint." Penny didn’t get it at first—and then her chest went all tight for that old man in there. The way he stood —the tone of his voice—said that everything he’d been living for had been wiped out by a telegram sent to “the next of kin.” Clint kept frowning. “You know what to say about The Kid, Clint,’’ old Hughey prompted. “Tell ’em about that sweet left of his, and how nobody ever got past It.” The old fellow talked on and on. Clint listened, his face deadpan. Penny Alder listened, too. She was still at her desk when Clint and Hughey Lawler came out. “That picture—” the old fellow said anxiously, "—I wouldn’t want to lose it-’’ “I’ll get it back to you.” Clint was letting him go without even one word of sympathy. "Sure — well — thanks. I guess I “You haven’t got your hat on,” said Clint gruffly. “I suppose that means it’s another ‘no date.’ ” accused, "you know that old guy gets me down.” She looked up at him, and that chip was on her shoulder. “For holding him,” he scowled, “you’re going to break down and go out to dinner—and places—with me tonight.” "Is that a pass or—a penalty?” “Take your choise—only get your hat on.” He wheeled away. Penny stared after the back of his sun-burned neck. Why could he an noy her more than any other man she’d ever known? His very vital ity; the way that shaft of late sun put sparks in his rusty hair—every thing about him bothered her. “Let’s have it fast, Hughey,” Clint said, “I’ve got a date-” That's what he thought. She closed her typewriter desk with a bang. She looked in again Clint’s frown was concentrated on that latest picture of The Kid. He reached for a yellow telegram old Hughey held out. “I come to tell you first, Clint,” the old fellow’s shoulders slumped. 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No. 46 4 Narrow division 5 Siberian river 6 Space devoid of matter 7 Competent 8 Meadow 9 Neap of me morial stones 10 Poker stake 11 Reimburses 16 Plural ending 18 Attack 20 Familiar house plant 22 Tibetan priest 23 Landed 25 Diurnal fly 27 Bothers 28 Musical drama 29 Good promise 30 Again 34 Eastern university 36 Crown of the head 37 Standard 39 Fodder plant 41 Furze 42 City in Italy 43 People 44 Dreadful 45 Earth goddess 47 Free 49 Young bear 50 Reception 53 Compass point Answer to Pnsile Number 4b Series H-47 New Electric Eye Has Wide Field of Operation An “electric eye," which can see nearly four times as far as present equipment and which is not ad versely affected by outside light, snow or rain, has been developed, says National Patent council. The new “eye' can see up to 1,000 eet. Previous commercial equip ient has been used for distances up *i 275 feet the average being about a feet >t was °xolained Engineers see applications as in cluding automatic counting of auto mobiles on highways, operation ol traffic signals upon approach of a vehicle and the "fencing” of re stricted locations. When the beam, sent by the light source to the re lay, which may be up to 1,000 feet away, is broken by any object, the relay sets into operation alarms, signals, counters and other electric equipment. | The light source of the device won’t be cornin’ around any more, Clint. I mean, there won’t be any more news about The Kid-” Clint glowered as Hughey Lawler slowly started away—then, sudden ly, he strode after him. "You can’t just walk out on your friends like that, Hughey.” He gripped the old fellow's arm hard. "Drop around—anytime you feel like talking about The Kid-” Penny doubted her ears, but the smile the old boy gave Clint was real enough. "Sure—I will, Clint.” Clint Lipton turned and came back—to halt at her desk. “You haven’t got your hat on—” his voice was gruff. "I suppose that means it’s another ‘no date.’ ’’ “I—” she began, her eyes search ing his. "O. K.—go on, say it. So I gave him the brush-off by hanging out the welcome sign-” She’d never tried to look beyord that scowl he always wore. Like The Kid’s left—it wasn’t easy to get past his guard "You really like old Hughey Law ler,” she said abruptly. “Sure—if I didn’t like the old pest I wouldn’t let him bother me, would I? . . . But you wouldn’t understand. You never give a guy a chance to see if you can like him-’’ For a moment Penny matched frowns with her pet pest. She could feel his puzzled eyes follow her as she stood slowly, and moved toward the coat rack. He was right—she hadn’t been able to understand why she’d let him bother her—but it was becoming clear. She must have liked the real Clint Lipton all along — even when she was carrying a chip on her shoulder for a tough guy who didn’t exist When Penny Alder turned she was smiling—and had her hat on. _ l REA Setup Gives Impetus To Farm Electrification Half of all United States farms have been electrified since the REA program was started. In announcing the basic allot ments for REA loans in the states, the department of agriculture com pared the number of unelectrified farms in each state with the total number of farms in the state to give the percentage of unelectrified farms. The eight states having the highest proportion of electrified farms were Connecticut with 98.5 per cent, followed by Rhode Island, Massachusetts, New Jersey, Wash ington, New York, Idaho and Ore gon, all of which were more than 92 per cent electrified. At the other end of the list were North Dakota, with only a little more than 15 per cent of the farms electrified, preceded by South Da kota, Mississippi, Nebraska, Ten nessee, New Mexico, Montana and Kansas, which had nearly 42 per cent electrified. i /The other 32 states ranged be tween the 42 per cent and 92 per cent limits. For the country as a whole, the July, 1947, figures show 61 per cent of all farms electrified as compared with 54.3 per cent a year earlier. Nearly 400,000 farms were electrified during the 1947 fis cal year, the largest increase on record for any year since the pro gram started. In 1935 less than 11 per cent of U. S. farms had electric service. operates on the modulated-light principle. It sends a beam of light which is interrupted 900 times per second. The photoelectric relay is tuned so that it is responsive only to light at this frequency. Its perform ance is not influenced by changes in natural or artificial illumination. The light source has an infra-red filter which removes most of the visible light from the beam. Enclosed in a weatherproof case, the device is so mounted that it has a wide 6eld of operation.