WEDNESDAY, APRIL 24, 1940.
UNIVERSITY DAILY KANSAN, LAWRENCE, KANSAS
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Baseball's Famous Name Kept Alive By A. L. Dean
New York, April 24—(UP)—Ol' Diz has lost his swift one and Paul warms the bench, but the name of Dean rings 'round the baseball world today.
It's Alfred Lovill Dean of the Philadelphia Athletics they're shouting about now, the first baseman who became a left-handed pitcher and has set the world champion New York Yankees on their ears twice in this infant baseball season. He did it yesterday with a slick four-hit game that sent the once despised Athletics ahead of the proud Yank- $ ^ { \textcircled{8} }$
tees in the American League standings.
Gives Yanks 10 Hits In Two Games
He was given the assassins in the Yankees' murderer's row a total of 10 stingy hits in two games. On opening day he beat the great Charlie Ruffing, 2 to 1, in 10 innings and drove in the winning run himself with a fly to deep left. Yesterday he got a hit while he was holding the Yankees to four measly blows, giving them no runs in nine innings and shoving them into second division.
That should be enough to satisfy any youngster four years off the Duke University campus, but the situation is even sweeter for Dean. Because when he decided to quit college and make baseball his career, he applied for a job with the Yankees. Nobody on the club could see any merit in the youngster, so Dean went on down the railroad track and picked up a job with the Athletics. Connie Mack was hiring 'em fast and often back in 1936 and wasn't too particular about their ability.
Played First Base In 1936
From 1936 through 1939 Dean did
The kid has a good fast ball and a baffling slow curve that murdered a Yankee lineup loaded these days with left handed hitters. The mighty Charlie Keller almost broke his back yesterday swinging at and missing one of Dean's crawling curves.
nothing to indicate that the Yankees didn't have flawless judgment when they turned him down. Mack played him at first base in 111 games in 1936 and Dean hit .287 and fielded none too brilliantly. Next year the Athletics decided he wouldn't do as a first baseman and began to experiment with him as a pitcher. He got into two games as a pitcher in 1937 and in only six games the next year. Last year he worked in 54 games as a pitcher, winning five and losing eight for an indifferent earned run average of 5.23. He also was used occasionally as a pinch hitter, but if he hadn't begun to bloom this season as a hurler baseball wouldn't have held much future for him.
Intramural tournaments sponsored by the Memorial Union student activities committee, got under way this week with one round of the co-ed cue tournament played off, and several rounds in the table tennis tournament completed.
Six women are still in the cue contest. They are Betty Jones, c'43, Jane Knudson, fa'41, Harriet Goodwin, c'40, Ann Murray, fa'42, Ann Robbins, c'42, Nellie Hopkins, c'43
In the women's table tennis bracket, nine women have advanced to the next round. Those who are still in the tournament are Ellen Irwin, c'41, Mary Jane McCoy, c'40, Alta Bingham, ed'42, Eddie Parks, c'40, Doris Johnson, c'42, Marjorie Hetzel, c'41, Virginia McMaster, b'41, Jane Irwin, c'40, Shirley Irwin, fa'sp.
Kansas had 3 deaths at railroad crossings during the month of March. When crossing railroads remember that they have both right and might.
The men's division matches are not being played as well. Only one man, Raymond Davidson, b'40, has reached the fourth round, while Morris Keyser, c'42, has played off two rounds.
All first round results are due at the hostess desk tonight. Second round results are due Thursday, and third round on Saturday. The Kansas room will be open Wednesday and Thursday afternoons and all day Saturday in order that the matches may be completed.
Coed Cue Matches Get Under Way
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the pole vault . . . Bill Lyda, Sooner quarter-miler, should burn up the cinders in the 440 and 880-yard runs . . .
Sports Parade
By Henry McLemore
In one breath the big fellow tells you how, on the night of May 28, he is going to back Tony Galento into a corner and give him the full treatment.
New York, April 24—(UP)Max Baer is a mixture of sweetness and fight.
"I'll hit that loud-mouth everywhere and with everything. He'll get elbows, knees, thumbs, laces and heads. That's what he hands out, so I'll give it to him in a double dose. I was a butcher boy once, and I'll become a butcher boy again."
Then, almost as quickly as he had flown into a rage—a rage that swelled the veins in his neck and bundled his fists into knots—Baer quieted down, and in an almost confidential whisper, told me why he was fighting again.
"I ain't fightin' for myself any more," he said. "I got enough to take care of myself. I want to make a little extra for some others. Lissen, lemme tell you when I decided to take this fight with Galento."
The swagger was all gone from Max as he told me about a little old woman in her sixties—his Aunt Olive from Omaha. A few months ago, at his home, in Livermore, Calif., he came in to find her there. She had come from Omaha to see his baby.
“Get a load of this.” Max said. “She had sat up all night on a coach train to save pullman fare, and had packed her own box lunch to save going into the diner. She had done all this to come out and see us and the baby. I took her purse out of her hands, and what do you think she had? Just enough
to get her back to Omaha, that is,
if she sat up all night again and
packed her own lunch."
No Longer the Braggart Baer
Maxie didn't look like the Maxie most people know as he told me this story. He didn't sound like the braggart Baer of the sports pages, either. He looked me in the eye, and groped for words, and for once I had the feeling that he wasn't trying to sell me a bill of goods.
"I told my aunt right then that she was going home first class, and live first class from now on," he said. "And so are a lot of the others who mean something to me and have been kind to me. Hell—it's a lot easier to take a punch on the jaw when you're 31 than it is to sit up all night in a day coach when you're 65."
To the eye and to the touch, Max is still a tremendous physical specimen. There isn't one ounce of fat on him right now. Moreover, he has a genuine hatred for Galento. He feels that the Jersey buffoon, through actions which cannot be described in print, has violated even boxing's curb-level code of ethics.
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