Wilson Vocational High School - Columns Yearbook (Jamaica, NY)

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Eight OLD' Cdriey af fke af Baseball is true democracy It's practiced every day, And each time it is practiced lt's done the American way, It matters not whatever your creed Nor the color of your skin- lt you can hit, or field, or pitch, Then, brother, you are in, There's a Rosen, a Robinson, a Rizzuto, lt matters not the name, The only thing that matters to us ls the Way they play the game, No Wonder we love baseball For it has always shown Us how to love our neighbor Tho our cheers be all he own, Baseball keeps away the clouds of hate So there's always sunny weather, Be like players on a ball team Always live and work together, For the Ways ot baseball are examples For the Whole wide world to see, lust follow these examples And be on the side of democracy. LEE HAUSCHILD and LYNN BROOKS i' 'A' 'k 'k 'k 'k BASEBALL IN LITERATURE Have you read . . . ? Iackie Robinson's life story loe DiMaggio's Lucky To Be A Yankee The Babe Ruth Story Any of the fine books about Lou Gehrig Bill Stern's Baseball Stories

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ianfd on we garfk A gun! .SQBEP T started out to be just another ordinary work day at the Houston Airport. Mechanics Were readying the planes for their flights, the dispatchers were preparing the orders for the pilots, and people were rushing to and from planes. Up in the control tower Mac was at his usual place directing the planes in his easy nonchalant manner. ' Stretching out around the field were flat lands over which you could see a good distance. To the right of the tower you could see towering oil wells, producing the much needed oil for the industries of the country. To the left and just discernible was a cattle ranch, one of the many that one associates with Texas. Up in the tower, Mac went about his work, with methodical precision, born of years of experience. The day Wore on and the heat mounted. Planes droned in and out of the field steadily and everybody was happy. But in two minutes all the employees of the field were thrown out of their everyday rut of confidence, into chaotic individualism. Things began to hap- pen swiftly to Mac in the tower, that he couldn't comprehend. A plane coming in from the south had run into difficulty in landing, and the south being at the extreme end of the field it was not possible to see the predicament the pilot was in. His voice boomed over the intercom at Mac, Hey Mac, what the heck is going on here? There's a whole herd of steer on the runway. I can't land. Do something, quick. Calling down to the loading platform, Mac commandeered a crew of bull- dozers and dispatched them instantly to the cause of the trouble. Meanwhile the plane, still circling, was running low on gas and all other runways Ctwo in alll were being overrun by the huge herd. Traffic was at a standstill. Planes could neither come in nor go out. The bosses were having heart attacks and the C.A.A. was raising the roof. The bulldozers tried violent- ly to clear the field, but to no avail. There were too many to handle. The more they pushed the steers, the more the steers pushed them back. Ten