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# Heywood Broun's Sport Page: "Pipp! Pipp! Hooray!" This is a sports humor piece about a real 1920s conflict between Babe Ruth and Wally Pipp of the New York Yankees. The sketches illustrate baseball action. The narrative frames a dugout argument between Ruth and Pipp as a moral tale. Ruth, despite his extraordinary talent (59 home runs in a season, weighing 200+ pounds), habitually criticized teammates and strategy from the bench. When he finally rebukes Pipp about base-running technique, Pipp initially stays silent but then stands up to him. The piece sarcastically compares this to adventure-story tropes: Ruth as the domineering "Three Gun Pete" character, Pipp as the quiet hero who must finally challenge the bully. The humor lies in elevating a petty dugout squabble into mock-heroic drama while acknowledging Ruth's genuine athletic dominance made his criticism difficult to resist.

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Heywood Broun’s Sport Page Pipp! Pipp! Hooray! Tre sporting writer who has any ard for his reputation does well never to stray out of sight of “if” and “may It is well also to keep a “perhaps” on the premises. Perhaps the Yankees will win the pennant. If they do their margin of victory may well be said to have been a sin, More than that it was m After careful inv research we h be “the break New York Ameri present season. The daily papers have already reported that at a certain point in the campaign Wallie Pipp and Babe Ruth fought in the Yankee dugout, but the bare report gives the impression that this was merely a brawl. The spiritual significance of the affair has been over- looked. Fund and _inspiri tally, this is a tale as moral ng as any ever written by coming to s filled a réle ilar to the man in England who cabinet without port- iticism the Babe has ranged much more widely than ever he did in the in Horatio Alger. Ever New York Babe Ruth rather Sketches by Weed outfield. No play was too remote from him to escape his comment when he re- turned to the bench at the end of an inning. After the event he has invariably known what the Yankee pitcher sh ee have thrown and he has almost a been generous enough to tell him, Indeed, if anything went wrong where, except upon the beat of Ruth self, it was the Babe who made the critical analysis. ‘The system was not altogether popular, but it persisted. After all, Ruth weighed more than 200 pounds and in a single season he made fifty-nine home runs. One could excuse a certain amount of rough frankness in such a man. UT though the brought no pe Yankees — becs frankness wa was toleration it y rves of the Too much into their lives. Instead of rebelling they sulked and lost baseball games. And then one day Babe Ruth spoke to Wallie Pipp about base running. Ruth is not among the best of runners hi > understa: the t he knows what . the way Pipp had been caught between first and second. 10. As we have said, the tale is fundamen- tally a moral one and there is no necessity of going into just what Ruth Pipp is a silent man. Abc remarks to the pitche but then he become: and fearful lest he be thought a chatterbox and nothing more is heard from him, Even ion of his rebuke it seemed He just awhile a little redder. rent of everybody “You can’t talk “Who says I workin upon the oi as if he would make no reply. turned red and afte Suddenly, to the in the dugout, te like that,” he said. roared Ruth. rt rye situation will be perfectly familiar to all readers of adventure stories. Unfortunately we cannot pretend that Pipp is a slight, bespectacled little man just come from the East in order to find old with which to save his sister from the ignom y of contract till he is a good d n Ruth, who will do very nicely for the role of Three Gun Pete, T can’t?” roared Ruth. aswered Wallie Pipp, looking nto the face of the giant who