The Question: Which do you like better—football or baseball? (Asked of women)

Nov. 12, 1956
Nov. 12, 1956

Table of Contents
Nov. 12, 1956

Down Goes Mr. Brodie
  • In five years the Washington International and its entrants from overseas have brought new brilliance to the U.S. racing atmosphere

Events & Discoveries
The Wonderful World Of Sport
Hickman's Hunches
This Sporting World
Motor Sports
The Outdoor Week
  • Edited by Thomas H. Lineaweaver

    In a California deer hunt anything goes, but anything doesn't if the quarry is bear. A goose is cooked in Nebraska, the whooper is debated in Washington, in Oregon it rains elk

Sporting Look
Duffy Daugherty
19th Hole: The Readers Take Over
Pat On The Back

The Question: Which do you like better—football or baseball? (Asked of women)

Santa Monica, Calif.
Football. Because I know more about the game. My brothers—Joe, Teddy, Robert and Senator John Kennedy all played some football with Harvard, good reasons why Harvard didn't win many games. But watching them play and listening to their postmortems made me a rabid football fan.

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Southampton, N.Y.
Baseball. My husband is co-owner of the N.Y. Yankees. Since I live baseball, you'd think I'd get fed up with the game. But I never do. When interest lets down a bit, a crucial game comes along that may decide the pennant or the World Series, and I get the fever all over again.

Princeton and Palm Beach
Football. The college football season is the most wonderful time of the year. The spirit of sportsmanship shows Americans at their best. There is no sports spectacle that has the tradition, color and appeal of a Harvard-Yale, Army-Notre Dame, Yale-Princeton or Rose Bowl game.

Cedarhurst, N.Y.
Baseball. I've grown up and lost the rah-rah spirit. Baseball, with all its rhubarbs, is much more interesting. The day after Don Newcombe punched a man in the stomach during the Series, the fans began yelling: "Look out, Newk; that guy and his friends are waiting for you in the parking lot."

Chicago and New York
Baseball. It's easier for me to understand. And I don't have to wear any woollies at a game. Furthermore, being a mother, football worries me. I know about the permanent injuries that players get. I'm not bringing up my boy to be a slaphappy football player minus his front teeth.

San Francisco
Football. I learned the game from my pop. He played pro football, first with Red Grange and later with the Chicago Bears. Every minute of football is exciting, while most of a baseball game is boring. The only thing I know about baseball is that the Yankees always win the pennant.

Paris, France
Football. Those players with the big shoulders—la-la! The crowds are gay and the women are beautiful. In Paris, the American Army Engineers asked me what was a touchdown. "The touchdown was when the man hit the ball over the fence," I said. So they made me their football mascot.

White Plains, N.Y.
Football. You don't have to know a lot of rules to enjoy the game. One look and you know what the players are trying to do—maim each other over a little football. My father, Antonio, violently disagrees with me. He loves baseball and knows every record back to 1902.

London, England
Baseball bores me stiff, and the only thing I like about your football is the hot dogs. Cricket is much better than either. You sit in a deck easy chair with pleasant surroundings, have your cup of tea and close your eyes in slumber. An hour later, when you wake, the contest is still raging.

Berlin, Germany
I first saw football and baseball in Germany. I like football much more. Your service teams have a league for the football championship of Europe. There is as much excitement and pageantry as there is in the Army-Navy game. To me, baseball is full of inaction and dull by comparison.

Baseball. I'd much rather see a World Series game than a college or professional football game. I understand the spectacular plays in baseball, while most of football is Greek to me. If Penn ever gets another good team, football may become more interesting, because I do like the college crowd.

West Palm Beach
Football. I graduated from the University of North Carolina. My school days were wonderful, and football was a big part of social life. I love the game even though I know very little about the rules. Baseball? There's too much soda pop and hot dogs and too little excitement.

Southampton and New York
Football. It has everything—color, happy crowds, enthusiasm, excitement and the best in sportsmanship. In baseball, Larsen's perfect game was exciting to baseball fans, but it was dull for me. No action. Just a man throwing the ball to the catcher and the other players watching.


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