Red Dog Rambling in Images
"I remember how when I was a boy the Chicago White Sox had a third baseman named Harry Lord who could foul off pitches down the third-base line until the opposing pitcher was worn out or it would get dark and the game be called. I was very young then and everything was exaggerated but I can remember it beginning to get dark, this was before there were lights in ballparks, and Harry still fouling them off and the crowd shouting, ‘Lord, Lord Save Your Soul.’ This was the closest I had ever come to the soul."
Ernest Hemingway, True at First Light
(Harry Lord’s entry at baseball-reference.com)
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