Every American summer ends in a wooden war that is betokened by a storm of straw. The storm occurs in ballparks when, on Sept. 15th, a homerun or a double play excites some fan to throw away his hat. The stiff disk spins out over the diamond; 15,000 other gentlemen, if there is a good gate that day, see it and are reminded of something: this is the last day they can wear their straw hats. Off they come, out they go into the air, thousands of whirling discuses, boomerangs of straw, filling the...
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