"Yankee Stadium was the scene of the second laugher, and it might not have taken place if New York's Bobby Richardson had followed the book on himself. The book said "no power," but when Labine threw him a high, inside pitch with the count at three and two, Bobby refused to accept it as the fourth ball it was and powered it into the seats. That got the bullpen parade going again, and the pale Pirate threesome, blooded veterans by now, were prodded in their heating up when a shot from Mantle arced out 420 feet and bounced into their midst. This time, they did better, but it was too late. In a laugher it always is. Toward the middle of the game a lady Pirate fan wearing a "Beat "Em Bucs" ribbon on her hat started rooting for Whitey Ford, who, with a 10-run lead, didn't need the encouragement. The good-humored complacency of Yankee fans turned to restless indifference. The ball game was almost forgotten. Herbert Hoover got a big hand for walking through the stands, and when a foul ball dropped into the seats near Pandit Nehru, the fans rose to their feet for a better look. Many of them stayed up and went home. How long can anyone laugh?"