Faces From The Past—III


By 1928 newspapers didn’t even bother to cover them, so when he arrived in Detroit he dropped by the News office just to let them know he was there. A photographer decided to get a picture of him in case the editor ever did run a story, and took him outside to the alley to pose. What he got was the old Billy Sunday, all right—stickpin and a big smile, same natty suit and peppy pose—except that Billy was sixty-six now and most people weren’t interested in what he had to say. The simple answers and “Brighten the Corner” weren’t enough any more.

—Richard M. Ketchum