He was one of those who, disguised in white coveralls and carrying paint buckets, marched into a dinner in a Philadelphia hotel and began redecorating the room, somewhat to the consternation of the speaker.

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When the team was tossed out of a Boston hotel for shooting pigeons from the windows, Pepper was there.

He did not clown on the field, though. An umpire in minors found that out when Pepper, then manager, dissented from a decision.

"Pepper," the league president asked later, "when you had your hands on that man's throat, what could you have been thinking!"

"I was thinking I'd choke him to death," Pepper said earnestly.

Red Smith, February, 1965.