I've been thinking quite a bit lately about something we can all relate to. Something that is, unquestionably, inescapably, American. I am referring of course, to our great national pastime, baseball. Or so it had been. That's right America, before we were devastated by atomic war, each state had it's own professional baseball team. Imagine, a perfect, cloudless day, the sun is warm, welcoming. And on the horizon they appear. Like knights of yore, armed with bats of ash and hickory. Their name, the Capital Congressmen, their purpose, to make you, dear America, revel in the joys of sport and sunshine. If only for an afternoon. Now, ask yourself this. What if the Capital Congressmen could live again? What if they could compete with baseball teams from Pennsylvania or Maryland? Put your faith in John Henry Eden, great America, and baseball will live again. Comfort, recreation, healthy competition. All will live again. This country will live again.