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Authors: Steve Kluger
making people want to vote for him. She was the one who climbed into the coal mines from worrying that the guys down there might someday not come back up alive. She was the one who went into the slums and talked to the Negroes in person and tried to get them a better deal even though you would of thought that her husband heard of Lincoln and all, what with both of them being Presidents. FDR is a waste of my time. Eleanor is okay I guess.
Read the newspaper kid. And not the Brooklyn Eagle either which it is clear to me is only good for a laugh. Polandâs gone. So is Denmark. France is halfway there. And the Brits were damn lucky to get off of Dunkirk Beach last week with theirbutt in one piece. So you can bet that if Mr. Franklin Delano Biscuithead isnât careful, there is a good chance we will be eating sour kraut in November instead of turkies and etc. Up in Cooperstown NY there is a place they call the Hall of Fame. Maybe you heard of it. In it you will find C. Mathewson from Factoryville PA who so what if he had a fade-away? He went to fight in The World War though he did not have to, and breathed some gas that somehow turned into TB and he died. When he was still practically young. And you think people will call you special just on account of getting a home run hit for you? You kick that around for a while and if you start feeling a little lousy, good.
Now look. I know your full of shit and you know I know your full of shit but my girl doesnât know how full of shit you are yet and in the meantime she just had dinner with Tyrone Power who she hates but told the Herald Tribune about it anyway just to burn my ass. So one way or another weâre going to figure out a way for you to get me out of this mess. If it works I donât put the slug on you. If it doesnât you better hit the dirt running because you donât get much of a head start. You owe me one, Bucko.
Chas. Banks
3d Base
P.S. And what the Hell do you know about Roger Bresnahan anyway? You werenât even alive yet.
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Dear Mr. Banks,
Big deal. You werenât alive yet either. They got him for a couple thousand dollars from the Baltimore Orioles and people called him the Duke of Tralee. He was the only one who knew how to catch Matty the right way and if you turn out to be even half the man he was, youâll be lucky. But I doubt it.
Another thing. If you ever call Roosevelt a Noodlemouth or a Biscuithead again, youâll wish that you never left Springfield, Illinois, which by the way doesnât have an âeâ on the end of it. I mean it, Charlie. How do you know Iâm not really 8 feet tall? How do you know I donât have fists of iron? You donât scare me. Did you ever get an inauguration? Did you ever tell Hoover he was an âass holeâ? Do you have an Oval Office? You bet you donât. Youâre just some dumb ball player. Who wonât hit a home run for me.
Know what I wish? I wish that I played third base for the New York Giants and your last name was Margolis and that you lived in Flatbush next door to the Hitler Youth. Then weâd see how fast youâd be writing to me . Only Iâd have my secretary send you a greeting card or some such that said âMany Happy Returnsâ even if yours said âHelpâ. Maybe you think Iâm just some knucklehead, but I donât have enough time in my life to worry about Bierman and Delvecchi and The Third Reich and neither would you. Okay, I guess I shouldnât have said those things about the Marine Corps and KP and all, and it was probablya dumb thing to do and if it was I guess Iâm sorry. But smokes, Charlie. How many times can I tell my Mom I fell off my bike?
Joey Margolis
P.S. When are we going to Tuxedo Junction to see Hazel?
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Dear Iron Fists,
How does a week from never sound?
Maybe you didnât get me. We arenât going any where. Your going to sit your ass down and pick up a pencil
Read the newspaper kid. And not the Brooklyn Eagle either which it is clear to me is only good for a laugh. Polandâs gone. So is Denmark. France is halfway there. And the Brits were damn lucky to get off of Dunkirk Beach last week with theirbutt in one piece. So you can bet that if Mr. Franklin Delano Biscuithead isnât careful, there is a good chance we will be eating sour kraut in November instead of turkies and etc. Up in Cooperstown NY there is a place they call the Hall of Fame. Maybe you heard of it. In it you will find C. Mathewson from Factoryville PA who so what if he had a fade-away? He went to fight in The World War though he did not have to, and breathed some gas that somehow turned into TB and he died. When he was still practically young. And you think people will call you special just on account of getting a home run hit for you? You kick that around for a while and if you start feeling a little lousy, good.
Now look. I know your full of shit and you know I know your full of shit but my girl doesnât know how full of shit you are yet and in the meantime she just had dinner with Tyrone Power who she hates but told the Herald Tribune about it anyway just to burn my ass. So one way or another weâre going to figure out a way for you to get me out of this mess. If it works I donât put the slug on you. If it doesnât you better hit the dirt running because you donât get much of a head start. You owe me one, Bucko.
Chas. Banks
3d Base
P.S. And what the Hell do you know about Roger Bresnahan anyway? You werenât even alive yet.
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Dear Mr. Banks,
Big deal. You werenât alive yet either. They got him for a couple thousand dollars from the Baltimore Orioles and people called him the Duke of Tralee. He was the only one who knew how to catch Matty the right way and if you turn out to be even half the man he was, youâll be lucky. But I doubt it.
Another thing. If you ever call Roosevelt a Noodlemouth or a Biscuithead again, youâll wish that you never left Springfield, Illinois, which by the way doesnât have an âeâ on the end of it. I mean it, Charlie. How do you know Iâm not really 8 feet tall? How do you know I donât have fists of iron? You donât scare me. Did you ever get an inauguration? Did you ever tell Hoover he was an âass holeâ? Do you have an Oval Office? You bet you donât. Youâre just some dumb ball player. Who wonât hit a home run for me.
Know what I wish? I wish that I played third base for the New York Giants and your last name was Margolis and that you lived in Flatbush next door to the Hitler Youth. Then weâd see how fast youâd be writing to me . Only Iâd have my secretary send you a greeting card or some such that said âMany Happy Returnsâ even if yours said âHelpâ. Maybe you think Iâm just some knucklehead, but I donât have enough time in my life to worry about Bierman and Delvecchi and The Third Reich and neither would you. Okay, I guess I shouldnât have said those things about the Marine Corps and KP and all, and it was probablya dumb thing to do and if it was I guess Iâm sorry. But smokes, Charlie. How many times can I tell my Mom I fell off my bike?
Joey Margolis
P.S. When are we going to Tuxedo Junction to see Hazel?
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Dear Iron Fists,
How does a week from never sound?
Maybe you didnât get me. We arenât going any where. Your going to sit your ass down and pick up a pencil