Joe Dugan, who was my roommate on the Yankees, was an honorary pallbearer, too. He was standing next to me as they were carrying the Babe down the steps of St. Pat's Cathedral here in New York. There must have… — Waite Hoyt Copy Share Image
There is nothing like Ruth ever existed in this game of baseball. I remember we were playing the White Sox in Boston in 1919,… — Waite Hoyt Copy Share
I went in, and there, in the front room, a converted bedroom, sat the first radio I had ever seen. The equipment was so… — Waite Hoyt Copy Share
You never really know baseball until you put on a pair of cleats and get out and play it; and if you play for… — Waite Hoyt Copy Share
I was so naive in radio technique that I knew nothing about timing. I would write pages on Honus Wagner and then get only… — Waite Hoyt Copy Share
When I joined WKRC, they were very concerned over my ability to ad lib or speak extemporaneously, which was an unknown factor up until… — Waite Hoyt Copy Share
Joe Dugan, who was my roommate on the Yankees, was an honorary pallbearer, too. He was standing next to me as they were carrying… — Waite Hoyt Copy Share
There was buried in Ruth humanitarianism beyond belief, an intelligence he was never given credit for, a childish desire to be over-virile, living up… — Waite Hoyt Copy Share
Every big leaguer and his wife should teach their children to pray, God bless Mommy, God bless Daddy, and God bless Babe Ruth. — Waite Hoyt Copy Share
Wives of ballplayers, when they teach their children their prayers, should instruct them to say: God bless mommy, God bless daddy, and God bless… — Waite Hoyt Copy Share
The first time that I ever saw Babe Ruth was in the Boston Red Sox clubhouse. — Waite Hoyt Copy Share
