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SPORTS Diamonds And Golden Voices W HEN Andrew Baruch, pianist, linguist and actor, was in show business, he was pronounced Ondray Barook. Now that his pear-shaped tones have been drafted to sing the glories of the Dodgers over the air waves, he is pronounced Andy Ba- roosh. Thus does the elegance of the theater step down for the common touch at Ebbets Field. This is as it should be, for some of these Brooklyn fans are as common as you can get. As a new baseball season begins and Babel’s amplified tongues are loosed again after the winter’s silence, there’s going to be some temporary confusion among the game’s television and radio public. So many personnel changes have come about in the larynx legion since October that it’s going to require weeks of study before the listener knows who’s talking about whom when some unfamiliar voice cries, “Roberts pumps — kicks — deals.” (It would require years of study to make any sense of such prattle. But let’s not get into that.) Andy Baroosh is the new third man at the Brooklyn microphone, where he joins Connie Desmond and Vince Scully. After more than a dozen years as the verce of Flatbush, during which time he saw the Yankees whomp the Dodgers in five World Series, Red Barber has accepted the advice: “If you can’t beat ’em, jine ’em.” He has crossed the river to Yankee Stadium, where his cornpone philoso¬ phy now complements the boll weevil enthusiasm of Mel Allen and the beans-and-cod accents of Jim Woods. After all these years, it’s going to be difficult to disassociate Red and the Dodgers in the mind of the audience. He did one job so long and ably that his voice became synonymous with Brooklyn baseball; indeed, there was even a blending of identities. In many minds he is Brooklyn baseball; he was the Rev. Mr. Barber conducting serv¬ ices with the players as his acolytes. Now when he says from Yankee Sta¬ dium, “There’s a regular ol’ mess of tickets available for tomorrow’s game. And I want to see you all oucheah, y’heah?” chances are thousands will trudge to Ebbets Field. The popular Ernie Harwell has moved from the Polo Grounds to Bal¬ timore, and from that reactivated Major League city there will emanate a voice that is new to the air waves, if not new in the sense meaning “un¬ used.” This is the reedy tenor of Mr. Bobo Newsom. There is no doubt here that Bobo will delight the ear pitching rhetoric as he used to please the eye throwing baseballs. The danger is that he may be too good. If the Orioles play ball the way the Browns did last year, all Baltimore will soon be staying home from the park to listen to Bobo. 23