May 28, 1958

While Liz was up all night typing, I was down with a pillow over my head.

Found her slumped over her typewriter this morning, and when I shook her she was out the door with her pages in a minute flat. The editor at the Herald was expecting them by special delivery sometime after lunch, and when you’re trying like hell to get hired somewhere, being late isn’t the best idea.

What this did was give me a chance to take her out for a late breakfast and sell her on my peanut theory. She wasn’t buying it.

“So big deal, the guy likes Salty Dog nuts. Doesn’t mean he travels to get them. Maybe he buys them by the gross, right from the company, and lives across the street from you.”
“Don’t make fun of me, Liz. It’s the first break I’ve had since Opening Day.”
“I’d hardly call it a break. And I’d think twice before bothering the cops with this.”
“So what do YOU think? That this land deal is behind the murders?”
“Why not? People kill over money every day. You can set your alarm clock to it.”

I was done arguing, and suggested we take another walk in Golden Gate Park. It was sprinkling rain, so we headed to a movie theatre instead. Shared a big bag of popcorn and watched Attack of the 50-Foot Woman. Liz thought it was dumb and I thought it was a riot.

Afterward she called her editor from a pay phone and couldn’t reach him, which put her on edge for the next two hours. I calmed her down with beer and burgers at the Double Play, though hearing the Giants get hammered 10-0 in Philly got me all upset.

The phone was ringing when we got back to the apartment. I snatched the receiver so hard I almost yanked the cord out.

“Yeah.”

No answer.

“Hello?”
“Is it the Herald?” asked Liz behind me.
“Shh!…Hello?”

Nothing. I hung up the receiver.

“Why’d you do that??”
“Why do you think. It was a wrong number.”
“How do you know? Maybe it was my editor trying to call. I left him this number—”

It rang again. This time I let her grab it.

“Hello, Liz Doo-mah.”

She stood there in silence. Listening a few seconds. Her face slightly contorted. Then she shrieked, dropped the receiver on the floor and grabbed me.

“Someone’s there!”

I carefully picked it up and listened. The person was outside, but I distinctly heard breathing. Male breathing.

“Say something, you bastard.”

He hung up.

THE SKINNYS

S.F. 000 000 000 – 0 4 2
PHI 000 005 05x – 10 14 0
W-Cardwell L-Miller GWRBI-Anderson
I’ve been rooting for a 25-man disgrace. The Giants get great chances to score here in the first few innings but Mays and Cepeda do nothing. It’s only a matter of time—or five innings—before the Phillies do what they’ve been doing all year: hit when it counts. Two doubles, two singles and a walk off of Stu Miller launch their five-run 6th, and a similar bunch of junk gives them five more in the 8th. Pitiful.

L.A. 010 000 001 – 2 5 1
PIT 000 000 100 – 1 10 0
W-Craig L-Face SV-Labine HR: Gray GWRBI-Larker
And the Bucs are in the same category, though their pitching’s been better. This time they double their opponents’ hit total and still lose. Norm Larker breaks the tie with a pinch double in the 9th off Roy Face for the Dodgers’ fourth win in a row.

CHI 100 260 300 – 12 16 3
CIN 002 000 003 – 5 12 0
W-Phillips L-Purkey HRS: Thomson, Tanner, Lynch, Whisenant GWRBI-S. Taylor
With their bullpen stretched again, Bob Purkey takes his lumps for the team. Chuck Tanner hits a grand slam out of Crosley for the big Cubs hit of the game.

STL 010 000 000 02 – 3 12 1
MIL 000 001 000 00 – 1 7 0
W-Mizell L-Jay SV-Paine HRS: Cunningham, Mathews GWRBI-Cunningham
Cold County Stadium might help the Braves pitchers, but their lineup can barely hit at all there, and prove it tonight against ol’ Vinegar Bend. Joe Cunningham’s homer off Humberto Robinson in the 11th is the game decider.

BAL 000 130 000 – 4 8 0
CLE 000 000 000 – 0 7 0
W-Brown L-Narleski SV-Wilhelm HR: Nieman GWRBI-Gardner
The Birds get their seventh shutout, a combined one by Brown and Wilhelm, Nieman swats a big 3-run fly and Colavito goes 0-for-4 to snap his homer streak.

BOS 003 021 000 – 6 11 0
DET 000 000 410 – 5 10 1
W-Bowsfield L-Hoeft SV-Wall HRS: Jensen, Gernert, Buddin GWBI-Jensen
Hoeft serves up three tasty Bosox homers, but Boston nearly chucks up the lead as Murray Wall guts out the save.

WAS 000 000 000 – 0 5 2
CHX 000 070 02x – 9 10 0
W-Wynn L-Kemmerer HRS: Lollar, Phillips
Nice little scoreless duel between Kemmerer and Wynn, before Bridges makes an error to start the Chicago 5th, Pearson drops a Nellie Fox fly for a 3-base error, Torgeson and Landis walk, Lollar hits a grand slam, Callison doubles and Phillips homers. Russ Kemmerer drops to 0-7 with an 8.01 ERA, and the Nats drop twenty games under .500.

NY 000 040 143 – 12 16 1
K.C. 000 001 000 – 1 4 0
W-Larsen L-Urban HRS: Slaughter, Mantle-2, Carey, Berra, Skowron GWRBI-Slaughter
Nice little scoreless duel between Larsen and Urban, before Kubek singles, Carey walks, Slaughter hits a 3-run bomb and Mantle hits a homer. After Carey’s grand slam off Kellner in the 8th, Davis comes on to pitch the 9th and gives up taters to his first three batters—Mick, Yogi and Skowron. Win #30 for the Yanks is truly a mass murder.

National League through Wednesday, May 28

Philadelphia 22 18 .550
Chicago 23 20 .535 0.5
Los Angeles 21 21 .500 2
St. Louis 20 20 .500 2
Pittsburgh 21 22 .488 2.5
Milwaukee 20 21 .488 2.5
Cincinnati 19 20 .487 2.5
San Francisco 19 23 .452 4

American League through Wednesday, May 28

New York 30 12 .714
Baltimore 25 17 .595 5
Chicago 24 18 .571 6
Boston 22 20 .524 8
Detroit 21 21 .500 9
Cleveland 21 24 .477 10.5
Kansas City 15 26 .366 14.5
Washington 11 31 .262 19
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