Still they stood clapping, showing their affection. Finally they stopped and sat down. He bowed quickly and resumed his seat. Say, that was something! That was a tribute to a grand guy. That would show MacManus what the fans in Brooklyn thought of Dave Leonard. That was great, that was wonderful, that was grand. It made the Kid happy and warm all over. The crowd below hadn’t clapped any harder than the five members of the team on the platform. The speaker continued. “Back in 1935 I recall seeing a great game in the Series between Detroit and St. Louis. It was a ten inning game and finally ended in a victory for the Tigers, two to one. The battery for that game was...Foster and Leonard.” Applause again. He had no need to continue. Fat Stuff, red-faced and uneasy, rose quickly and as quickly sat down. He was accustomed to banquets but not to public appearances at banquets. “One of the members of this great team you don’t hear much about...don’t see his name in the papers making spectacular plays...but he’s always in there....”
