. sV— BY HENRY McLEMORE-U ni ted Preu Staff CorrespondentNEW YORK, Oct. 18.— (UP) —The elevator guy let me off with a “watcher step! and I walked down the hall to jnoom 2308. I banged on the dour.No answer.I banged again, and somebody inside yelled:“Whateha want?”“Are Dizzy and Daffy in there?”“You gotta appointment with Diz and Daffy?”I didn’t but I said I did.So he opened the door, and aftei we had shaken hands, he said he was Roy Doan and was managing the Deans.“I guess you musta heard of me,” he said. “I’m in charge of ail House of David teams east of the Mississippi, Got Babe Did-rickson on one of my clubs. I’m the father of softball played on Donkeys, and I thought up playing softball with the infielders and outfielders tied to goats. It’s funnier’n hell.”When he told me this 1 had an awful time suppressing a desire to forget all about the Dean boys and interview Mr. Doan on that business of tying goats to infielders. But just when I ws. weakening, DU and Daffy arrived fresh from the barber shop, and smelling like six feet three and six feet two, respectively, of attar of roses.But all the lotions and tonics in the barber shop couldn’t conceal the weariness of the brothers Dean.They are tired. As they walked into the room they looked, not like two of baseball's mightiest pitchers, but like a couple of traveling salesmen after a three-day flier. Dizzy, 20 pounds underweight, was lean and drawm and his clothes flapped into chairs and closed their eyes.“Boy, I’m a plum tired man,” .-.aid Dizzy.“Ain’t no tireder’n me, Diz,” sighed Paul. “I went to sleep three times in that barber chair.I don’t guess we had a good night’s sleep since Fourth of July, have we, Diz?”“Maybe before that, Paul. But I gotta get some soon. I'm plum whipped.”“It ain’t no wonder,” said Mr. Doan “You pitched every day for a month before the world .-.eries. Then you pitched four games in that, and since then you have been to Oklahoma City, Wichita. Kansas City, Des Moines, Chicago, Milwaukee, Philadelphia, and now you’re here. But you won’t he long Tomorrow it’s Baltimore and then Paten-on, New ark, Cleveland, Columbusin vaudeville,”Oh, Lawdy, shut up!” wailed Dizzy. “And you can tell ’em for me I ain’t gonna do no vaudeville.I jess’ wanta get in a featherbed higher’n your head and sleep right on through to next year. How Mbout you, Paul?”“That featherbed business ourni- mighty good, Diz. Yes^ir, if you’re ordering any featherbeds, make it two. Only get me one twice higher’n your head.’’ Between nods I managed tof;arner the following bits of price-a«s information from Dizzy and Daffy:1. There is no chance of Bro-Hand tiler Elmar making the big Pittsburgh. Then you got a week leagues. He is head over heels inlove with peanut peddling, and is such a success that he may purchase the “goober” concession of the Houston hall park. “Elmer is nuts about peanuts, ’ Dizzy said. “He didn’t even want to leave ’em to come tilt;p and see us pitch in the series.”2 They wouldn t be surprised to have a little aalarv trouble with Sam Breadon next year, but next year is too far away to worry about.3 They wouldn t like to be divided. hut will go anywhere they’re sold or traded ju-t a- IonsI as “we get the dough.”