A BASEBALL game thwarted Bernard's ambitions as to his career, and a phrenologist changed his mother's determination that he should be a doctor. In their early boyhood Mrs. Baruch had picked professions for three of the four boys, and Dr. Baruch had agreed. Hartwig should be a rabbi, Bernard a doctor, Herman a lawyer, with decision as to Sailing, the baby, reserved.
While he was at City College, however, Bernard was offered an appointment to West Point. His boyish enthusiasm, perhaps reinforced by Miss Belle's recollection of military heroes in the Civil War, won over the projected career in medicine. Bernard was allowed to take the examination.
It developed that he was almost totally deaf in one ear, and he was rejected. He was injured when he was first baseman on a club team that played Manhattan College, on a lot at about 119th Street, on what is now Morningside Heights. In the ninth inning the score was 3 to 0 against Bernie's team. They had the bases full, enough prospective runs to tie, but two hands were out. Bernie, like the mighty Casey about whom De Wolf Hopper recited, came to bat.
"Home run, Shorty," yelled the boys on his side. He had attained his 6 feet 3 by that time, so Shorty had succeeded the Bunch of his younger days.
Baruch hit the first ball pitched with the best wallop he ever