Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

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