Summary: Items have been culled from The Chronicle’s archives of 25, 50, 75 and 100 years ago. 1993 Nov. 12: The stare, the chin, the jaw, the look, the bubble gum, the two-day beard, the swing, the follow through. More chin, more jaw … oh, now is the time to pay homage, to genuflect in the direction of the departed hero. He could stare; he could smear black stuff under his eyes. He could hit a fastball, a curveball, a sinker low and away. Enough already.
