Remembering Brothers Richman,
Arthur & Milt
Back in the day in the late fifties when I was a
journalism major at New York University I worked the five P.M.
to past midnight shift at United Press \ International then
located in the New York Daily News Building not far from the
It was there that I met Milton Richman, the
outgoing and at the same time introspective top gun in the
sports department. I was a lowly sports assistant but he
mentored me, cared about me and truly kick started my career in
sports journalism. Lessons learned from him are still part of
The typing back then was on old IBM clunky
typewriters and yellow paper. I would do a story and there was
Milt standing behind me telling to write "faster, faster," to
leave stuff out, to reverse sentence structure, to get a more
exciting lead. Truly, it was like a post graduate course in the
intricacies and nuances of how to be a fast and efficient writer
of all things sports.
We would go out for dinner very late and
sometimes Milt's younger brother Arthur would come along. He was
then a sports writer for the New York Daily Mirror, of not such
blessed memory. It was in these Richmanesque supper times that I
learned more about the brothers, how much affection they had for
each other, what New York characters they were, how their
knowledge and contacts in the world of sports reached
I also learned about their passion for the St.
Louis Browns. As kids, the brothers Richman used to hang out by
the visiting players' gate at Yankee Stadium and when the St.
Louis Browns visited they adopted the brothers taking them on
trains to Philadelphia and Boston.
Arthur Richman died in his sleep at age 83 in his Manhattan
apartment on March 25th ending a life of 40 years in baseball
where his greatest claim to fame was recommending Joe Torre as
manager. He was laid to rest in his 1944 Browns' cap.
Milton Richman passed in 1986. He was inducted into the writers'
wing of the Hall of Fame in 1981.
Now the brothers Richman belong to history; they
will not be forgotten.