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t'AGE 4 Thursday, April 19, 1979 THE TUSKEGEE NEWS 3, ~ " ~, L~'/3 ROAD NEEDS WORK?--At least one resident of Ellison ,S~r('el, ~)ff Washington Avenue, thinks the road t~eeds c(msidt~rable work. Here city crews are shown making repairs to a small bridge on the road which was damaged by recent rains. Read "The Way I See If" on page one for details. Collecting baseball cards must surely be a lost art. I can hardly find anyone who still does it. I spent my pre-teen years--and a few of my teen ones to(osaving my pennies until I had a nickle, or a quarter or, if I were really lucky, a half-dollar. You could get five cards, plus some of that marvelous bubble gum, for five cents. Our neighborhood was about a half-mile from the corner store, and almost weekly a group of us would make a trek through the woods, up the hill, carefully through the yard where the mean German Shepherd lived, and finally to the highway where the store was. The storekeeper would be expecting us, and he knew we weren't there for milk or bread. Oh, sometimes if we were in a zany mood we'd buy some waxed tips filled with a sugary syrup, or maybe some beef jerky with the fat oozing out that caused our mothers to shudder at the thought of teenagers walking around with hardened arteries. But the primary past-time for us kids was baseball card collecting--and trading. I was the leader in our neighborhood. I always had Mantle, Mays, Aaron and Koufax. Those were hard to get. You'd have to spend 50 or 60 cents just to get one of these. Or you could trade with your friends. The really terrible players were destined for a horrible fate. They'd either go inside your baseball cap to keep the front looking straight, or on the wheel of your bicycle to make that crazy noise when the card struck the spokes. I usually saved my cap and bike for such ignoble players as Don Mossi or Pumpsie Green. Actually I didn't have many cards to spare for such frivolities. You see I kept my cards in teams. I had invented this game which I could play either by myself or with someone. I used a piece of slick-backed cardboard, a pencil IY !iiBy Stan Voil l'tt t, li, h,,r on the back of Woody Held's card. My match me player for player. So can a fellow in Selma. I'm not sure I could get into the baseball now as I did. There were fewer teams when I Players stayed with one team longer, loyalty and name recognition. There great players back then, while now because many teams, players don't seem to excel as may have created more fan interest in among kids who might collect the cards. That's kinda sad. I understand how older they see some of their childhood activities among the American lifestyle. For a child back wistfully at something as unimportant as collecting and feel saddened certainly dates But I'll bounce back. I still have records