After a month or so in St. Louis, we were looking around desperately for a way to draw a few people into the ball park, it being perfectly clear by that time that the ball club wasn't going to do it unaided.

I lived in Cleveland for a summer when I was 12, and I was a ball boy for the Browns, which few people know.

The Falstaff people, romantics all, went for it. They were so anxious to find out what I was going to do that they could hardly bear to wait out the two weeks. I was rather anxious to find out what I was going to do, too.

Few people have the imagination for reality.

There's so few people in this town with a conscience.

Very few people can afford to be poor.