aiiierence.Three loves Jimmy had, his mother, his chicks and baseball. His brothers f, tell how much he loved his mother, ; e was always with her. I p“Just ten days ago,” his mother j j said, “he screened the chicken run t under the house so the little ones t couldn’t run out into the street.”And baseball. Well, since Jimmy couldn’t play any more he managed a team, started it with the boys in * St. Anthony’s parochial school some r* years ago, and then when the boys finished school kept the team organ ized. They were hardly semi-profes- i t sional, played hard for the love ot t the game. Jimmy’s 16-year-old t nephew was on the team, and Mohr’s 17-year-old son.“He loved those boys,” Mrs. Vittur | said. “Every Friday night they had . a meeting on the porch. He just , ^ talked and talked baseball.”Mrs. Vittur doesn’t know anything f about baseball. She just mends the uniforms.When 1 go to see the Pelicans play sometimes with my daughter-in-law. that’s Mrs. Joe Marina, 1 get all wor- f ried asking foolish questions,” she said. “1 don’t know a catcher’s mitt from a first baseman’s. But 1 mend the uniforms.”AH of Mrs. Vittur’s boys played baseball. There w*as one with Atlanta, t another in the Texas league. !“They laughed at me,” she said ( “Jimmy laughed at me. I couldn’t t settle their arguments. They used to ^ ask me to, and then laugh at me.” ^ Mrs. Vittur lives with her daughter r and son-in-law, Mr. and Mrs. Frank Edward Piere. Piere is assistant sex- c ton at St. Patrick’s cemetery So. 3. , c and the home is a tiny one, incredibly neat, on the edge of the cemetery, a Jimmy lived there, too. pAnd Jimmy is buried just fifty yards t from his mother’s window, an Amer-can flag stuck up in the fresh earth t) mound. iiJack Vittur, another son, spoke so- tlt; berly sitting by his brother’s grave, n “It’s going to be hard,” he said. ? tl “Mother’s going to want to be buried o right here w'hen she goes. And we’ll all be in the family plot across the street in another cemetery.” * ?:And Mrs, Vittur looked out from bi the window across the flower-banked mound of earth, trying not to cry - I Stw Orleans item. ^ hi■fc