Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

- This is Mrs. Gehrig. - How do you do?
That's personality.
For what? To play ball.
No matter what, he'll never be forgotten. Nor will his great records.
Lot of power there.
Pal or no pal...
All right, Papa.
- I'm trying to maintain a certain standard. - Gold standard?
He'll be right along now.
- Can you pronounce it, Doctor? - We really haven't concluded all our tests.
What for?
Mile-a-minute Myra, the all-American prom-trotter.
- Where did you say you play first? - Chicago.
A janitor. A cook.
- Come on, let's get this. - That's a good one.
Why don't you come out and watch me play...
- You gonna let me take his place? - Gimme the cards.
hits the ball, hikes back to the hotel room...
That's a pretty tall order.
You'll get a great play on these pictures.
Do you want to get pinched for holding up traffic?
to have played...
- I'll run errands. - No, Louie.
- Just one more. - Right. Go right ahead.
Or a police dog.
They ought to give you your money back.
Strike two.
You never know when you're going to get a baseball in your geometry.
♪ With a love that's true ♪
- isn't it wonderful? - Shut up.
- Things like this happen all the... - I'm not hysterical.
- I wonder if you'd autograph this for me? - I will.
- Good morning, Mrs. Gehrig. - Good morning, Mrs. Roberts.
Ruth at first base. Yankees come out of their dugout.
He's so young yet, so strong, and....
Don't talk to me, you Borgia.
He's really a man, that man.
- Try to keep your afternoons free, will you? - Sure.
- Now.... - I wouldn't kid you. I'd never kid you.
From now on, they'll have to spell Gehrig's name in capital letters.
Papers? The one says white, the other black. I never read them.
When is Lou going to die?
This is great news! You should be a proud father!
There's some explanation that doesn't appear on the surface.
If I had my way, darling, I'd give you the Yankee Stadium.
Not a cent under $100,000.
You watch, Gehrig will come back. He always does.
Safe!
Here. Beat it, brother.
- What? - That was a thank you for marrying me.
Hello, Mr. Blake.
She liked this wallpaper, too, at first.
You're going to do what she wants?
- So long. - So long.
- Man bites dog. - That's right.
We've got all the time in the world now.
- Mom. - Here's Lou now.
I understand.
You don't have to play with the Yankees, but it's no insult to be asked.
- What do you want to be? - I want to be a....
- Can you sit up a little, son? - Hold it!
We shall need some new x-rays.
- Eleanor? - Yes. She'll know where her father is.
♪ always ♪
Save the fight for the field, boys.
Here we go.
What's the idea?
And I'm laughing again.
- This is Mrs. Johnson. - How do you do?
I got a little lucky.
He was probably detained somewhere. Maybe something important.
- Get onto yourself! - He should wait him out.
Ball two.
Myra.
It's almost an exact duplicate of the first rug we had in our place.
- Won't you join us, Mr. Twitchell? - Thank you.
Somehow that doesn't add up to Sigma Alpha Psi, in my mind.
- How I Beat My Wife by Lou Gehrig. - Nix.
- Can't you, Sam? - Sure. I will.
- Yeah, I get the idea. - All right, ready?
- Who? - Lou Gehrig.
Even though we never had a honeymoon?
Yes, and he'd turn over in his grave if he knew what happened in the family.
Let's eat.
Here's for being the greatest fan a man ever had.
That's wonderful.
Sure I do, straight.
Yes, it is.
Any facts Ruth dreams up will be topped by Lou Gehrig...
This is just the pledge pin. I get the real pin before long.