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P: As the second-place Cleveland Indians faded in the American League pennant race, terrible-tempered General Manager Frank Lane complained that Manager Joe Gordon would need a miracle to win, added that he was eying four or five other men for the job next year. Gordon promptly quit, and an offer promptly went out to the leading candidate on Lane's little list: the terrible-tempered Leo Durocher, former manager of the Dodgers and Giants, who quit his $65,000-a-year job with NBC-TV with the announced intention of returning to baseball.

P: On shallow, olive-green Galveston Bay, sunburned Harry C. Melges Jr., 29, a boatbuilder from Lake Geneva, Wis., won none of the eight races in the 20 1/2-ft. Corinthian class sloops, but finished no worse than fourth in six to edge Warner Willcox of New Rochelle, N.Y., 45 1/2-45 1/4, take the eighth Mallory Cup, symbol of the North American sailing championship. Said Sailor Melges: "I played it straight. No gambling. No chances."

P: Badgered by a bad back, and no longer able to throw the long ball, cleft-chinned, curly-haired Quarterback Ronnie ("Golden Boy") Knox, 24, quit the Toronto Argonauts in Canada's rugged Big Four, thereby put an end to one of football's most unfulfilled and peripatetic careers (three high schools, two colleges, four pro teams), which had largely been botched by the boisterous stage-mothering of stepfather Harvey Knox. "Football is a game for animals," said Ronnie. "I like to think I'm above that." Dreaming of higher things, Ronnie allowed he might toss off a novel or some poetry, already had some lines at hand that lurched with the proper beatnik beat:

Beauty is a thing of Ragmud But the maid left late. So don't look under the apple tree Let's rebel, man.

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