Pride of the Yankees

Oh, uh, waiter? Yes, sir? I'll have a chopped sirloin steak. Cottage fried potatoes, asparagus with butter sauce, and a bottle of cold, packed blue ribbon. Yes, sir. Finest beer, sir. Anywhere. From Hollywood, Paps, Blue Ribbon.

Finest beer, sir. Anywhere. Proudly present. The story of America is written in many places, in factories and offices and farms and on the field of sport. One magnificent chapter was written on the baseball diamond and its hero

was the fellow they called the Iron Man. This is his story starring Gary Cooper in his original role of Lou Gehrig, the pride of the Yankees. That was the sound he loved, the clean, sweet crack of a bat saying howdy to the horse-eyed cover of a baseball. The first time I ever heard that sound in connection with him was

in the office of the athletic director at Columbia University. It came from a long way off and was immediately followed by another sound much closer by. Holy smoke! A fly all the way in from Southfield?

Who hit it, Coach? As the boy I've been telling you about Blake, Lou Gehrig. My number one half back a next year's football team. Football? For a kid who can hit a baseball this far, he's for the big league.

Ah, Blake lay off. No pro baseball for Gehrig. He studied to be an engineer. Besides, I'm saving them for football. Oh sure, sure coach, but you don't mind, just as a favor to the working press.

You don't mind if I introduce the boy to Miller Huggins, manager of the New York Yankees, do you? He was another Babe Ruth, I knew it. I not only introduced him to Miller Huggins, I got him signed with the Yankees.