Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

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