Last Days Of Summer
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Author: Steve Kluger
Format: Paperback
Number of Pages: 368
May 15, 1940 Charlie Banks New York Giants Polo Grounds, New York Dear Mr. Banks: I am a 12-year-old boy and I am dying from malaria. Please hit a home run for me because I don't think I will be around much longer. Your friend, Joey Margolis Dear Kid: Last week it was the plague. Now it's malaria. What do I look - stupid to you You're lucky I don't send somebody over there to tap you on the conk. I am enclosing 1 last picture. Do not write to me again. Chase. Banks 3d Base Dear Charlie: Nobody asked for your damn picture. I never even heard of you before. And you can forget about the home run too. The only reason I needed one was because the bullies who keep beating me up somehow thought you were my best friend and the homer was supposed to keep them from slugging me anymore. Thanks for nothing. Can I go on a road trip with you Your arch enemy, Joey Nargolis Dear Joey: "Somehow" they thought I was your best friend Where did they hear that from A Nazi spy J. Herbert Hoover Franklin Delano Biscuithead And didn't I tell you not to write to me anymore Go bug DiMaggio. Charlie P.S. And just because there's a spot open for a bat boy this summer doesn't mean your going to get it. Even if we ARE chips off the same block. May 15, 1940
Author: Steve Kluger
Format: Paperback
Number of Pages: 368
May 15, 1940 Charlie Banks New York Giants Polo Grounds, New York Dear Mr. Banks: I am a 12-year-old boy and I am dying from malaria. Please hit a home run for me because I don't think I will be around much longer. Your friend, Joey Margolis Dear Kid: Last week it was the plague. Now it's malaria. What do I look - stupid to you You're lucky I don't send somebody over there to tap you on the conk. I am enclosing 1 last picture. Do not write to me again. Chase. Banks 3d Base Dear Charlie: Nobody asked for your damn picture. I never even heard of you before. And you can forget about the home run too. The only reason I needed one was because the bullies who keep beating me up somehow thought you were my best friend and the homer was supposed to keep them from slugging me anymore. Thanks for nothing. Can I go on a road trip with you Your arch enemy, Joey Nargolis Dear Joey: "Somehow" they thought I was your best friend Where did they hear that from A Nazi spy J. Herbert Hoover Franklin Delano Biscuithead And didn't I tell you not to write to me anymore Go bug DiMaggio. Charlie P.S. And just because there's a spot open for a bat boy this summer doesn't mean your going to get it. Even if we ARE chips off the same block. May 15, 1940
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NB: This is a secondhand book in very good condition. See our FAQs for more information. Please note that the jacket image is indicative only. A description of our secondhand books is not always available. Please contact us if you have a question about this title.
Author: Steve Kluger
Format: Paperback
Number of Pages: 368
May 15, 1940 Charlie Banks New York Giants Polo Grounds, New York Dear Mr. Banks: I am a 12-year-old boy and I am dying from malaria. Please hit a home run for me because I don't think I will be around much longer. Your friend, Joey Margolis Dear Kid: Last week it was the plague. Now it's malaria. What do I look - stupid to you You're lucky I don't send somebody over there to tap you on the conk. I am enclosing 1 last picture. Do not write to me again. Chase. Banks 3d Base Dear Charlie: Nobody asked for your damn picture. I never even heard of you before. And you can forget about the home run too. The only reason I needed one was because the bullies who keep beating me up somehow thought you were my best friend and the homer was supposed to keep them from slugging me anymore. Thanks for nothing. Can I go on a road trip with you Your arch enemy, Joey Nargolis Dear Joey: "Somehow" they thought I was your best friend Where did they hear that from A Nazi spy J. Herbert Hoover Franklin Delano Biscuithead And didn't I tell you not to write to me anymore Go bug DiMaggio. Charlie P.S. And just because there's a spot open for a bat boy this summer doesn't mean your going to get it. Even if we ARE chips off the same block. May 15, 1940
Author: Steve Kluger
Format: Paperback
Number of Pages: 368
May 15, 1940 Charlie Banks New York Giants Polo Grounds, New York Dear Mr. Banks: I am a 12-year-old boy and I am dying from malaria. Please hit a home run for me because I don't think I will be around much longer. Your friend, Joey Margolis Dear Kid: Last week it was the plague. Now it's malaria. What do I look - stupid to you You're lucky I don't send somebody over there to tap you on the conk. I am enclosing 1 last picture. Do not write to me again. Chase. Banks 3d Base Dear Charlie: Nobody asked for your damn picture. I never even heard of you before. And you can forget about the home run too. The only reason I needed one was because the bullies who keep beating me up somehow thought you were my best friend and the homer was supposed to keep them from slugging me anymore. Thanks for nothing. Can I go on a road trip with you Your arch enemy, Joey Nargolis Dear Joey: "Somehow" they thought I was your best friend Where did they hear that from A Nazi spy J. Herbert Hoover Franklin Delano Biscuithead And didn't I tell you not to write to me anymore Go bug DiMaggio. Charlie P.S. And just because there's a spot open for a bat boy this summer doesn't mean your going to get it. Even if we ARE chips off the same block. May 15, 1940
Last Days Of Summer