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 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 Image
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 Image
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 Image
The secret of success in pitching lies in getting a job with the Yankees. — Waite Hoyt Copy Share Image
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 Image
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 Image
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 Image
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 Image
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 Image
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 Image
The first time that I ever saw Babe Ruth was in the Boston Red Sox clubhouse. — Waite Hoyt Copy Share Image
