Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

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