Tuesday, December 13, 2022

1957 Yankee of the Past: Paul Waner

FORE-FLUSH!
"Paul Waner, the Pittsburgh Pirates' Hall-of-Famer who now is batting coach for the Milwaukee Braves, was, and still is, quite a man with a golf club.
He recently recalled that when he played with the Pirates the club had a rule that the players were not allowed to play golf during the season. There was a $50 fine for offenders.
Manager Pie Traynor and Coach Jewel Ens enforced the rule stringently, but Waner always found a way to beat it.
'One day I went out to play a round at South Hills with some friends,' he reminisces.
'Just to assure that I wouldn't be caught, I had a friend call Traynor and tip him off that was playing golf at Fox Chapel.
'Traynor and Ens hurried out to Fox Chapel and went all over the course looking for me. They even went over to the Pittsburgh Field Club, thinking I might be there.
'The next day Ens told me about the 'tip' they got that I was out at Fox Chapel.
' 'Sure, I was out there,' I said.
' 'Well, we couldn't find you,' he said.
' 'Did you look in the bar?' I asked. When he said 'No,' I said, 'Well, that's where I was!' '
It might be that Traynor is learning what happened that day for the first time."

-Ray Kienzl, Pittsburgh Star-Telegraph (Baseball Digest, July 1957)

Tuesday, October 25, 2022

1957 Yankee World Series of the Past: 1956

WORLD SERIES - TOPS AND BOTTOMS
Highlights And Lowlights of 1956 Classic
"The BEST INFIELDER in the 1956 World Series: Billy Martin of the Yankees, who took charge of all fly balls, made sure-handed catches and got off accurate throws while off-balance or while being rolled off his feet by base runners.
BEST MANAGER: Casey Stengel, who won four games to three over Walter Alston. But Stengel won a game in Brooklyn, Alston didn't win one in New York.
BEST PITCHING PERFORMANCE: Don Larsen's in the fifth game, naturally, but Sal Maglie, Clem Labine and Bob Turley weren't far behind.
BEST CATCH: A choice of Mickey Mantle's running snag of Gil Hodges' long drive to left center in the Larsen game; or in that same game Duke Snider's diving, cross-handed grab of Yogi Berra's smash.
BIGGEST SURPRISE: Maglie's return to the mound in the fifth game and his excellent pitching that was as terrific as it had been in the opener he won in Ebbets Field. The 39-year-old interleague commuter came back after four days of rest and was, in the words of Yankee batters, better in defeat than he had been in triumph.
MAJOR DISAPPOINTMENT: Gil McDougalds' batting. Gil collected only three hits in seven full games, but his fielding was sharp enough to offset this.
TOP THRILL: No contest. The closing minutes of Larsen's perfect game made strong men wince and dyed dames [sic] weep. Here was history being made before your eyes. Anybody who didn't get the chokes then didn't belong on earth.
WORST BATTER: Sandy Amoros, hero of the 1955 Series with his catch of Berra's fly, killed the Dodgers just past the middle of their batting order. The Cuban got only one hit, a single in the first game, in 19 times at bat.
WORST GAME: The second, a miserable exhibition all the way around. Mickey Mantle loafed on a ball, Tom Sturdivant made a silly pitch to a banjo-hitting pitcher, Larsen threw with half a heart and blew a six-run lead.
WORST STRATEGY: Stengel is the culprit here. In the second game in Brooklyn, when base hits were raining, Stengel had his leadoff batter, McDougald, sacrifice to move the tying run over to second base. Playing for a tying run in the other team's back yard, especially one that size, didn't make much sense.
BEST MILEAGE: The Yankees, out of Country Slaughter. The old boy (pushing 40) finally folded in the sixth game, but he was helpful until then. His three-run homer in the third game bought the Yankees back to life.
CHEAPEST COMMODITY: The home run. The Yankees' 12 set a record. The Bums hit three, all in their own park. Of the 15, only Mantle's in the first game, Berra's second blast in the second game and Jackie Robinson's in the opener were what could be called Grade A hits.
BIGGEST BUST: Don Newcombe once more. The fastballer can't keep the Yankees out, or can't keep them from hitting the long ball. He was chased in the second inning of the second game and in the fourth inning of the seventh game. For a 27-game winning, these humiliations were shocking.
BIGGEST BOOT: Joe Collins' misplay of a grounder in the second inning of the second game. This flub opened the doors to the Dodgers for six unearned runs and an eventual 13-7 victory. In fact, eight of these 13 runs resulted from Yankee errors, the first by Collins, the second by Hank Bauer.
BEST ALL-AROUND PERFORMANCE: Berra completely dominated both teams. He called the pitches in Larsen's perfect game as if he were following a script. He got three home runs and six other hits. He ran bases daringly. No other individual could carry his mask or his wig [sic].
HOTTEST SPOT: The one Dale Mitchell was on in the ninth inning of the Larsen game. With two out, he could have spoiled the epic; and with the Dodgers only two runs down it was his job to get on base and bring the tying run to the plate if possible. Had Mitchell got on base one way or another and he had wound up as the spoiler of the greatest pitching job in World Series history ... 
BEST DODGER: Gil Hodges, a classical first baseman. who made one of the finest plays in the fifth game when he snagged a shot by Mantle and turned it into a double play. Hodges was also Brooklyn's only .300 hitter."

-Franklin Lewis, Cleveland Press (Baseball Digest, November 1956)

Friday, September 30, 2022

1957 Yankee Coach of the Past: Chuck Dressen

JOB FOR TED WILLIAMS
"Joe Medwick was asking it. 'Did you ever hear the story of the guy who almost lost his job in baseball because he couldn't spit?'
We hadn't and the former St. Louis Cardinals star filled us in.
'It was Charlie Dressen,' he said, 'and it was one of the funniest things I've ever seen. Dressen coached for Leo Durocher at Brooklyn. Leo's signals at the time were built on a spit. One spit was one thing, two spits were something else, to the right was still something else.
'The only trouble was that Dressen literally couldn't spit. He tried everything except tobacco which he didn't like. Chewed gum, chewed grass, still couldn't do it. They finally had to substitute whistles and Charlie was so good at whistling that he's been using it ever since. But the spit signal was a total flop.' "

-Robert L. Burnes, St. Louis Globe-Democrat (Baseball Digest, November 1956)

When He Bunts, Says Chuck Dressen:
MANTLE WASTES TALENT!
"Chuck Dressen, pepper-pot manager of the Washington Senators, peered out of the dugout at a cluster of newsmen walking his way.
He grabbed a towel from the bench and waved it. 'I give up,' he called. 'You guys are ganging up on me.'
When everyone was settled, Dressen began parrying questions. 'Let's just talk about my team, fellows,' he begged. 'No controversies. You've got me in enough of them already.'
Trouble and Dressen have been running mates for years. That's because the 58-year-old little dynamo is one of baseball's more talkative citizens ... sort of the Frank Lane of the American League.
'What about your old club, the Dodgers?' somebody asked. 'Don't you think they're over the hill?'
'My Senators are the youngest team in the league,' he answered. 'I say we will more games this year than we did in 1956.'
'That's no headline,' somebody said in petulant style. 'You're slipping, Chuck.'
From the other side came this one. 'Everybody's picking you to finish in the basement. Don't you think you're better than Kansas City and Baltimore?'
'I got my ideas about that,' he answered as he started to rise to the baited hook. 'But we'll just wait and see what happens as the season goes along.'
The cat-and-mouse contest went on. A pointed question would be tossed. Dressen would catch it, toss it around, and then answer it.
'You can't get me riled up today,' he grinned after maybe a half hour. 'I decided this year nobody was going to get me popping off so guys on the other teams would get sore at me. I got enough trouble of my own right here without going looking for more of them.'
He got up then, stretched to his full five feet, five inches, and started to leave the dugout for the practice field.
'Okay, Chuck, you win,' yelled Joe Reichler of the Associated Press. 'From now  on we'll have to ask you the silly jobs like the one if you think Mickey Mantle will beat Babe Ruth's home run record this year.'
Dressen had taken three steps toward the field when he heard that one. Suddenly he turned and came back to the top step of the dugout.
'He never will break it,' he snapped. 'Unless he stops that crazy stuff of showing off his bunting. What's he trying to prove? How many times have you seen him lay one down even when he has two strikes on him. That's nothing but showboat stuff ...
'Mantle wastes a lot of his talent,' Dressen went on. 'Take the Babe. Now there was a slugger. Why? Because he kept acting like a slugger.
'Sure, there's a place in baseball for a slugger to bunt. But not when he's up there with nobody on base. Yet that's when Mickey likes to lay one down. It's crazy. If he'd swung at the ball, he could knock it out of the park.
'Even if he only got a single, he has the speed to try for an extra base. But not Mickey.
'Mark my words,' Dressen stated as he waved a finger at the bench. 'If he keeps up that stuff, it's going to backfire on him and the Yankees one of these days.
'Guy with his eye, his speed and his power trying to show off by dropping a bunt when it doesn't mean anything. And then everybody keeps wondering if he will ever break the Babe's home run record. It's just stupid on his part.'
He left then and jogged out onto the field. Back in the dugout the reporters grinned at each other as they jotted notes in their books.
'That's our boy,' said Harry Paxton of the Saturday Evening Post. 'And he says he won't get drawn into any controversies this year.' "

-Lyall Smith, Detroit Free Press (Baseball Digest, June 1957)

DRESSEN WOULD TALK FOR THEM
"During spring training, Joe Cambria, a reformed laundryman who served as Washington's chief scout for years, reported to Charlie Dressen at Orlando that he had discovered a Cuban pitcher who could throw hard but could speak no English.
'Sign him!' ordered Dressen. 'I know plenty of guys who can speak perfect English but can't get their grandmothers out.' "

-H.G. Salsinger, the Detroit News (Baseball Digest, October 1957)

1957 Yankee of the Past: Leo Durocher

INSIDE STUFF
"Reported story on the reason Leo Durocher turned down the Cleveland job: According to people close to Leo, he is interested in returning to baseball but friends persuaded him the timing was bad on this one.
They felt it would be a tacit admission that he had flopped if he left his radio and television business after just one year. While his early performances were something less than scintillating, radio and television people still think he has a chance to go big in the business if they find the right vehicle for him.
His friends persuaded him that another year of experimentation in radio and television could help him, not hurt him. If he doesn't hit it big in the business, he's no worse off than he is now and can still return to baseball. They feel that he will be just as much in demand in baseball a year hence as he is now."

Baseball Digest, May 1957

Tuesday, August 30, 2022

1957 Yankee of the Past: Branch Rickey

Branch Rickey Discusses
THE NEGRO IN BASEBALL TODAY
"Ten years have passed since Branch Rickey, Sr., then president of the Brooklyn Dodgers, watched Jackie Robinson- a 28-year-old tense and nervous rookie- trot on Ebbets Field to become the first Negro to crash major league baseball.
Today, Jackie Robinson has retired, Ebbets Field has been sold and the beloved Bums may move to Los Angeles in the not-too-distant future. The past decade has seen many other changes in major league ball including the bodily transfer of whole teams to new territories, and Rickey's move to semi-retirement as stockholder and chairman of the board of directors of the Pittsburgh Pirates.
More and more, Negro ball players seem to be accepted on their baseball merits as they are sold and traded, promoted from the minors, signed to high-salaried contracts and awarded outstanding honors. On the surface, it seems that the Negro has arrived as an equal member in America's national sport.
To get an authoritative statement on just where the Negro does stand today in major league baseball, Ebony went to the man who (three years before Jackie Robinson was signed) decided that the time was right to bring colored players into organized baseball- Branch Rickey, Sr.
Never one to hold his tongue, the colorful, 75-year-old 'Mahatma' talked freely in an exclusive interview at his rambling Silver Springs estate in Fox Chapel, a suburb of Pittsburgh.
Reminiscing about the time when the Dodgers plucked Jackie Robinson from the Kansas City Monarchs of the Negro American League to play the role of a human guinea pig, Rickey made the startling statement that 'Jackie was not an ideal man for the task.' Rickey says, though, that if he had to do it all over again, Jackie would be the type of man he would choose. 'Not that God made him for it. But Robinson understood the problem and that made him safe for the experiment.'
The late years of Jackie's career with his hassles with umpires, verbal exchanges with other players and the furor kicked up by the way he announced his retirement explains just what Rickey means when he says, 'God did not make Jackie for it.' A man with a volatile and an acid tongue, Jackie probably suffered more during those early years than almost any other of the Negro players would have. But his fierce determination to win at all times gave him the strength to curb his temper and tongue in order to win the fight the way Rickey wanted him to.
Branch Rickey does not believe that the battle for full acceptance of Negro players in baseball has been won even to this day. 'We're not out of the woods yet on this thing,' he says. 'Negroes in baseball should continue to turn the other cheek as Jackie did. Negro players should remain patient and forbearing because the problem has not been solved and I think the colored player should want to help solve it by not upsetting the bucket of milk. He should maintain good conduct at all times, both on and off the field.'
Rickey believes his 'turn the other cheek' policy should still be practiced because there are a few white players whose aversion toward playing with or against Negroes has not been completely erased. 'They are a minority but they are very vociferous and can raise a great of trouble. But despite them, I would say a Negro can today play a good game of baseball without carrying his race on his shoulders the way Robinson had to. Generally, the Negro player does not have Robinson's handicap but he does not enjoy complete restraint of anti-racial attitudes from opposing players and spectators. The treatment he gets from them is not yet what it should be.'
Rumors that some clubs were adopting a 'quota system' last year cropped up after teams like the Dodgers and Chicago Cubs fielded as many as five Negro players in a single game. Some Negro fans said 'Boy, are they going to break that up.'
Asked about this, Rickey said, 'No major league club that I know of has a quota system although there could be one. I believe that it is the same as it was in Brooklyn.'
Rickey then went on to tell of how the Brooklyn club's board of directors sold Sam Jethroe after a discussion of whether or not the Dodgers had too many Negroes. Rickey says, 'I was on the fence on the question. Five of the directors thought we had too many, but I said, 'I don't think we have too many.' 
'I wanted the best players to keep on winning the pennant,' he adds, 'and I told them if a man kept me from winning, I wouldn't hire him regardless of his color.'
Nevertheless, the Dodgers sold Jethroe and three other players to Boston for five players and $137,000. The trade turned out to be a profitable one for the Dodgers for Jethroe never lived up to his early promise.
Rickey feels today that there is not a single major league club that would turn down a ball player simply because he was a Negro. 'Boston, Detroit and Washington will all have Negro players soon,' he says. 'Philadelphia has already hired a Negro player. Washington will, too. If they can get hold of a good one they would hire him today. There isn't a club that won't take colored players. Most, if not all, of the major league clubs have Negroes in their organizations.'
An ardent fighter for equal rights in all fields, Rickey can envision the day when Negroes can hold down executive jobs in baseball as managers, coaches and traveling secretaries.
'When integration becomes national in scope,' he says, 'when human rights become civil rights, this will certainly follow because without it, integration would not be complete.' Then smiling broadly, he cautioned, 'But I didn't say Jackie Robinson should be a baseball team manager.' Later Rickey added, 'Jackie would make a fine manager.'
Rickey says he was generally pleased with Robinson's decision to retire from baseball, pointing out, however, that Jackie was placed in an awkward position by the way he announced his retirement. (The announcement was made in an exclusive story in Look magazine after Jackie had been traded to the Giants this past December.)
'I never discussed the point with him,' Rickey told Ebony, 'but he handled it honorably. It's too bad his decision was announced in the form it took. He showed a lack of foresight and irritated three groups- Brooklyn, the Giants and the press. Jackie had a perfect right to retire. He owed nothing to anyone and was morally free to retire. He gave value received for his services and had a very good reason for quitting when he did.'
Rickey was emphatic on one point- he believes that all-Negro professional baseball is dead and there is no room at all for all-Negro owned and operated leagues within the framework of organized ball.
'It would be a sad mistake to even consider such a thing today,' he says. 'The Negro is an American citizen and thus there is no need at all for such a set-up. Just as there would be no room at all for an all-white club in baseball anymore, there wouldn't be any for an all-Negro team. That sort of thing is out. There should be no segregation baseball-wise.'
The Rickey advice to the young Negro who wants to make baseball a career is 'do it. Most certainly, the track is all greased. There is no problem at all if he is a gentleman and can play the game.' "

-condensed from Ebony (Baseball Digest, July 1957)

RICKEY ISN'T EVEN IN THE WINGS!
Mahatma Conspicuous By Absence From Pirate Operations
"No two ways about it. Mr. Branch Rickey is decidedly a man of infinite wit and charm. Not only that but he has an agile mind and a remarkably glib vocabulary and the guile of a carnival grifter.
In view of all this and other considerations, probably two-thirds or more of the Pittsburgh area is fully persuaded that Rickey only pretended to step down last year and leave the Pirates in other hands.
Maybe at that, he meant to. But we have it pretty danged reliably that he isn't- as is generally suspected and believed- at all the man he was during his first five years at Forbes Field.
Significantly he has no office, no secretary, no nothing at Forbes Field.
He doesn't pass judgment on young ball players. He doesn't even run a minor part of the show. Therefore he isn't the guy who stands in the wings and makes the curtain go up and down.
As a matter of fact, he seldom (if ever) is there to visit or watch a ball game.
In midsummer, with the Pirates floundering in the prevailing direction of another last-place finish, he wasn't even in town a good part of the time.
In fact, for the better part of May and most of June, he was far away- up in Canada fishing, where he couldn't be reached by telephone because there isn't any. Therefore it stands to reason he now has less idea than the average fan as to what may be going on in the National League, at Columbus and Hollywood.
That isn't the way it was with Rickey when he ran the joint with a high hand and apparently operated according to a fixed belief that he, Wesley Branch Rickey, could do no wrong. On the contrary, he's been isolated- whether consciously or otherwise we don't pretend to know.
However, don't get us wrong:
He isn't yet an absolute nonentity with the Pirates, even though he almost seems to wilfully avoid the place. That, in itself, seems highly suggestive, especially about a man whose personal vanity is just so deep that he'd much prefer not to admit (publicly or privately) that he is taking pains to keep away from anything or anybody.
RESULT: Barring whatever contact of various principles he may have had during spring training within the limited confines of Fort Myers, Fla., Bobby Bragan has seen Rickey only three times since he came to Pittsburgh more than a year and a half ago.
As for Joe L. Brown you can take it for what you think it may be worth that he's not at all the type to told a title, i.e., General Manager, while letting somebody- anybody, even Rickey- tell him what to do nor for that matter when and where and how to do it, or if he should do it.
Anyhow, we just thought you'd like to know."

-Davis J. Walsh, Pittsburgh Sun-Telegraph (Baseball Digest, September 1957)

Thursday, July 28, 2022

1957 Yankee of the Past: Joe McCarthy

THEY CALLED HIM A BUSHER
How Quickly Can You Recognize This Man?
"They called him a 'busher' when he was announced as manager of a major league team.
He was almost 40. His baseball background was minor league. Half his life had been spent on dusty, clay-ribbed diamonds down in the sticks.
When he wasn't bouncing in buses, he was riding a day coach. He ate at greasy-spoon cafes in the tank towns. A night to remember was when a fan invited him and other players to a home-cooked meal.
He was a bush league player who kept waiting for the call to be brought up to the big time for the chance that seemed to come to everyone else but him.
He was recognized as just a good busher, one of thousands who had what it took for the sticks but not enough of it for the majors where Pullmans replaced buses, where steaks substituted for stew, where paychecks contained four digits and sometimes five instead of only two or three.
But he stuck it out as a cocky, determined little guy who was Irish in more ways than just his name. The big leagues finally noticed him. They made him a manager down on the farm.
He bounced around still more. He played for a while and managed at the same time. Then he stopped playing and just managed. Years went by and he still was minor league.
They weren't looking for his type in the majors. They wanted the boys with the big names and the fancy big league backgrounds for their big-time managers to go along with all the other ones with years of major league experience.
Finally he was given his chance. The man he succeeded had been one of the big-name managers with a long career, both as a player and a pilot.
His team had finished in the second division. The owners wanted a better ending for the new year. So they dipped down and picked up a man who never had played a major league game in his life.
His name rang no responsive chord when he was unveiled in the big time. Newspapers had to pick up the threads of his background and weave them into a story to let the fans know who he was.
It hadn't been necessary with the man who preceded him. Everybody knew of him, but not this new manager. He wasn't a complete unknown. But he was the next thing to it.
When he was brought in, he was told by his owners that he was to put some spark and hustle into a team that had shown flashes of greatness the previous year but had sagged when it counted.
He was hired under a 'get tough' policy. He put in new rules during spring training. He cracked down on some of the playboys. He rode herd on a couple of players who were front office favorites but hadn't produced.
He had jibes poked at him from training-camp dugouts when he popped out to argue with umpires. 'What's YOUR name,' they would holler. 'How are things down in the sticks?'
Some of the fans looked over their noses at him when the team had a poor exhibition season record and then lost the first game of the regular season.
'That's what we get for hiring a guy with no big league experience,' they grumbled. 'He's strictly bush ...'
But the little Irishman proved them wrong. He stuck around and proved that a 'busher' could be big league even though he was nearly forty when he hit the big time.
In fact, Joe McCarthy, who won nine championships and seven World Series, will be inducted into the Hall of Fame this summer."

-Lyall Smith, Detroit Free Press (Baseball Digest, August 1957)



Thursday, July 7, 2022

1957 Yankee of the Past: Carl Mays

MY PITCH THAT KILLED CHAPMAN WAS A STRIKE!
"Baseball fans of every generation seem to delight in having at least one player to heckle. In 1920 the target of their jeers was Carl Mays.
And, just as they chose certain players to taunt, they have others for whom they show a special affection. In 1920 the object of their cheers was Ray Chapman, peppery little shortstop of the Cleveland Indians.
Mays was cut out to be a villain. He pitched underhand, which was strange and somewhat suspect to begin with, and pitched a 'bean ball' that he was wont to pitch close by the skulls of batsmen and make them step back from the plate a little. Now, he was a pitcher for the New York Yankees, but he had come to them in an unorthodox manner which won him no friends.
Carl had been a member of the Boston Red Sox in 1918. He didn't like it and demanded that he be traded. The Red Sox refused to peddle him. Carl quit. Helplessly, the Boston club traded him to New York. The deal promised to set a bad precedent, and Byron Bancroft Johnson, president of the American League, placed a restraining order on him. Mays went ahead and worked every city in the league. That was Carl Mays.
Ray Chapman, on the other hand, was a popular little guy who had been with the Indians since 1912. This, his ninth season with the club, was going to be his last. He had planned to retire from the game at the end of the preceding season, following his marriage, but he had yielded to the wishes of the Cleveland fans.
The feeling was strong that the Indians could win their first pennant in 1920 if Chapman would stay with the team, and he agreed to play just this one, final year.
In mid-August, the Indians were engaged in a three-way fight for the pennant with the New York Yankees and Chicago White Sox.
On the afternoon of Monday, August 16, the Clevelanders were at the Polo Grounds, which the Yankees shared with the Giants. Carl Mays was pitching for the Yanks; Chapman was batting second for the Indians.
Cleveland was winning, 3-0, when Chapman, a right-handed hitter, came to bat to open the fifth inning. Mays threw him a strike, then a ball. On the second pitch, Mays says today, Chapman shifted his feet to push the ball down the first-base line.
The third pitch was a little high. Mays says he thew it to prevent a poke down the base path. There was a resounding crack. The ball rolled toward Mays and the pitcher picked it up and started to throw to first before he noticed that Chapman had sunk to the ground.
Umpire Tommy Connolly called for a doctor. Several in the stands responded and, after several minutes, several of Chapman's teammates started to help him to the clubhouse in center field. Then Ray collapsed again.
Harry Lunte went to first to run for Chapman and scored to put the Indians ahead, 4-0. Mays pitched until the eighth. The Yankees scored three in the ninth but lost, 4-3.
After the game, Chapman was taken from the clubhouse rubbing table to the hospital. Regaining consciousness as he was being lifted into the ambulance, he asked that someone put on his finger a diamond ring he had been given by his young bride, Kate. 'Tell Kate I'm all right,' he said.
At 5 A.M. he died under ether at the hospital- the first and only ball player ever to lose his life in a major league game. His skull had been split for an inch and a half on the left side by Mays' pitch, and the brain was shoved against the bone on the other side.
Mays became the object of a whispering campaign. A petition was circulated to have him expelled. The district attorney exonerated him of all blame and eventually the furor died down, but until he wound up his baseball career with the Toledo Mud Hens 12 years later his name brought a bitter expression to the faces of most baseball fans.
Today, at 65, Carl Mays is working at public relations, visiting with his grandchildren, and building a home in the calm of a small town of 11,400, Bend, Oregon.
'I have never thought for one minute,' he says, 'of Chapman's death being other than a regrettable accident. He was very fast and would push the ball toward first base. No pitcher could throw him out if he pushed the ball fair. The only way you could break up the play was to keep the ball high and inside so he would either miss it or pop it up.
'In his hurry to get the jump on the pitcher, he ran into a pitch that would have been a strike if had stayed in the batter's box.'
Carl won 215 games and lost 127 during his major league career.
Three years after his diamond career ended, in the early '30's, Carl began a baseball school in Portland, Oregon, which he ran until 1947. Then, for five years, he was a scout for the San Francisco club of the Pacific Coast League. He began ranching in East Oregon in 1952.
Last June, he suffered a heart attack. On doctor's orders, he has given up ranching and is building his home on the Deschutes River in Bend. He and his second wife, Esther, whom he married in 1939, plan to see Mays' children and grandchildren often.
His son, Carl Jr., is personnel manager of the U.S. National Bank in Portland. His daughter, Mrs. Betty Jane Barker, is a rancher's wife in Dayville, Oregon. Carl Jr. has two boys, and Betty Jane has two girls.
The former pitcher and Esther hope to continue to help young men get college educations. Mays says they have helped send about ten boys to college.
Much of Mays' time is given to hunting and fishing and to advising boys about baseball."

-Phyllis Propert, Chicago Tribune (Baseball Digest, July 1957)

Editor's Note: Carl Mays wasn't sure he wanted his story told. He thought it "might rekindle the old fire" of public emotion. We are sure it won't. Such a blaze always is extinguished by a special compound- time and reason.

Tuesday, June 14, 2022

1957 Yankee of the Past: Lefty Gomez

CURSED WITH A FOUR-HITTER
"Lefty Gomez, famed southpaw of another Yankee championship era, was heir to the general run of baseball superstitions. One of his pets, to ward off disaster, was to place his glove in a certain spot and position after he came off the mound. His teammate, George Selkirk, once made Gomez frantic by kicking the mitt every time Gomez dropped it. Lefty pitched a four-hit shutout and the iconoclastic Selkirk pointed out the fallacy of Gomez's beliefs. 'See,' he said. 'In spite of what I did to your glove and your superstition, you still shut them out.' 'Yeah,' replied Lefty, 'but before you started I had a no-hitter going.' "

-Max Kase, New York Journal-American (Baseball Digest, July 1957)

Friday, May 6, 2022

1957 Yankee of the Past: Joe DiMaggio

WHEN THE BODY TALKS BACK
"Joe DiMaggio, one of the few athletes who when to quit, tells how a ball player knows his youth is speedily leaving him.
'It's like this,' Joe said, 'you're chasing a ball and a brain sends out commands to your body.
''Run forward,' your brain says.
'Then, 'Bend!' ... 'Scoop up the ball!' ... 'Peg it to the infield!' ... '
'Yes and then what?' asked one of DiMaggio's listeners.
'Then,' replied Joe, 'your body says, 'Who me?' And you know you haven't got it anymore.' "

-Al Abrams, Pittsburgh Post-Gazette (Baseball Digest, November-December 1956)

SPIKE'S PIQUE
"It was over at St. Petersburg, where the Yankees trained, and a fellow still in baseball said: 'Don't use stories about me until I retire, but let me give you one about Joe DiMaggio. Now, Joe could be rough when he wanted.
'Like in the World Series, the first year the Yanks saw Jackie Robinson. Jackie was running into second- he was a great competitor and Phil Rizzuto was covering. They met head-on and Rizzuto was knocked out. Well, they were taking news photos and developing 'em right in the park. Pretty soon a photographer sent DiMaggio a picture of the play- it showed Robinson's fist right in Rizzuto's stomach.
'Well, Robinson was playing first base in those days, and he made the mistake of trying to cover the next time DiMaggio was running. DiMaggio crunched squarely on Robinson's foot, and everywhere Joe's shoe had a spike, Robinson had a spike wound. I'll say this about Robinson; he never beefed. Jackie knew why he'd gotten it.' "

-David Condon, Chicago Tribune (Baseball Digest, May 1957)

Saturday, April 23, 2022

1957 Yankee of the Past: Babe Ruth

THE LOWDOWN ON RUTH
"Casey Stengel tells about a World Series game before which John McGraw, the old Giants manager, told his pitchers they would be fined $100 if they threw a ball above Babe Ruth's knees.
'They didn't,' Casey says, 'and he hit three home runs that day.'
Casey said that the American Leaguers who played against Ruth in closed parks were lucky. He played against him in a Baltimore fairgrounds in an exhibition game and spent the afternoon chasing the long ones over the open spaces.
'In a World Series game in the Polo Grounds,' Casey says, 'I played near Grant's monument and managed to catch one. When I came back McGraw congratulated me on playing Ruth right. He didn't know about that afternoon in Baltimore.' "

-Baseball Digest, September 1957

WE'LL NEVER BREAK RUTH'S RECORD
The Hitter Mickey Mantle Says Is Most Likely To Do It Tells Why He's Convinced No One, Not Even Mickey, Will Ever Hit 61
by Duke Snider as Told to Milton Richman, Reprinted from This Week Magazine

"There's a cool million dollars waiting for the fellow who breaks Babe Ruth's all-time home run record, but I'm convinced the money is going to go begging.
Ruth set his record of 60 homers in a season during 1927 and although some of the greatest sluggers in baseball have been shooting at that mark since, not one of them has been able to match it. Frankly, I don't believe anyone ever will because the odds have skyrocketed tremendously against breaking that record since the Babe's day.
Take it from me, there isn't a big leaguer around today who wouldn't give his eye teeth to break that record.
Any player who could would find himself up to his neck in fabulous offers. TV programs would want personal appearances at fancy fees, movie companies would be standing in lines for rights to his life story and magazines would pay him plenty for a series of articles on how he did it.
In addition to getting rich, though, the man who broke the Babe's record automatically would become an international hero. With his name inscribed in gold letters in all the record books, they'd start dusting off a special pedestal for him in the Hall of Fame at Cooperstown.
It sure makes a great picture. And don't think a great many big leaguers, myself included, haven't thought about it ever since Ruth turned the trick 30 years ago.
But I'm afraid that thinking about it is all we're ever going to be able to do. Why? Well, there are a number of reasons.
Take the case of Mickey Mantle of the Yankees. Here's a young fellow who's an exceptionally fine hitter. He set the baseball world on its ear last season when he clouted 17 homers in his first 35 games. Ruth didn't hit his 17th homer in 1927 until he had played in 47 games, so the newspapers immediately headlined the fact that Mantle was 12 games ahead of the Babe's record pace.
But here's a fact the fans didn't take into consideration: the longer a ball player has a chance at Ruth's record, the more time there is for pressure to mount. It's only normal that such a hitter starts to press a bit at the plate, swinging at bad pitches he ordinarily would let go by.
By the end of August, Mantle had a total of 47 homers and needed 14 in September to break the record. Everywhere he went, people would buttonhole him and ask, 'Do you think you'll do it?' Constant reminders like that don't help. They only serve to make a hitter more conscious of the strain.
The Babe hit 17 home runs in September, 1927, more homers than he hit in any other month that year. They call Ruth's 17 homers in September 'the pace that kills off all challengers' and that's exactly what it has done since 1927. Mantle hit only five homers last September and wound up with 52.
Here's another reason why September is tough going. At the end of the season, pitchers are going to bear down on a man ahead of Ruth's record twice as hard. Furthermore, September has a few more off-days in the current schedules than there were in the Babe's time. You can't hit home runs on days you don't play.
Then, again, Ruth never had to contend with the combination of day and night games we have now. How can a ball player, trying for a home run record or anything else, get his proper rest when he has to play a game tonight, then get up fresh and early for a game tomorrow? You tell me the answer to that one.
That's why I can't get overly excited when I pick up a paper during the season and read that 'So-and-so is umpteen games ahead of Ruth.' In the long one, the Babe catches up with them all.
Remember back in 1955 when Willie Mays of the Giants was really belting the ball out of the park. He was running 'on time' with Ruth's record 'timetable' when he connected for his thirty-fourth homer on August 1 that year, but in the end he finished short with 51.
If it were possible to beat the record- and let me say again I don't think it is- I guess Mantle and Mays, a couple of center field colleagues, would have the best chance of doing it.
Mickey and Willie are both extraordinary hitters but, unfortunately for them, their home ball parks are not conducive to hitting 61 homers- even for a switch hitter such as Mantle.
At Yankee Stadium, where Mantle has to play 77 games, it's hard to get so-called 'cheap' home runs. If Mickey played all year in a park like Cincinnati's Crosley Field or like Brooklyn's Ebbets Field (where I've played the last ten years), he'd have a better chance to break the record. The fences in these parks make more inviting targets. But you know Mickey's not likely to play any home games anywhere except Yankee Stadium!
Mays also may have a better crack at the record when he doesn't play his home games at the Polo Grounds. The right and left field fences there are less than 300 feet from home plate but a fellow can hit a ball 480 feet in straightaway center and still wind up with a loud out. A lot of Willie's hits out that way would be home runs in other ball parks.
There are other capable home run hitters in the big leagues nowadays but not one looks as if he can break Ruth's record.
Ted Kluszewski, the Cincinnati muscleman, has hit as many as 49 home runs in one year and for a time, there were those who saw him as the logical candidate for Ruth's title. But he's a low line-drive hitter and doesn't connect for the high ones often enough.
For consistency since entering the majors, no one rates ahead of Milwaukee's Eddie Mathews in the home run department. He has averaged 38 homers a year since breaking in with the Braves in 1952. That's a long way from the Babe's record, though. Mathews has terrific power, but the Milwaukee park presents a tough barrier for a left-handed hitter like him.
Over in the American League, Ted Williams of the Red Sox is a great overall hitter but he doesn't concentrate on homers. And that right field fence in Boston doesn't exactly beckon to a left-handed hitter like Williams, either.
During the past off-season, Mickey Mantle said he thought I was the ball player most likely to break Ruth's record. That was a nice gesture on his part but you have to face facts.
My speed seems to be between 40 and 45 homers a year. I'm too erratic to break any home run records. One week I might hit four or five and the next week none. And too many homerless weeks mean no new record.
It's interesting to note that 30 years ago on July 21, Ruth had hit exactly half his 60 home runs. Yet that isn't the midpoint of the season- only about 60 games were left to play after that day.
Thus any player hoping to top Ruth's record should either be well ahead of it by that date- with perhaps 40 homers already- or else should be prepared for a pretty uphill battle from there on in. One of Ruth's stiffest challengers, Jimmie Foxx of the Athletics, had 39 homers by July 21 of 1932. But he only hit 19 the rest of the way, to finish with 58. Note the figures for some other sluggers who were ahead or close to Ruth's July 21 total.

Hack Wilson, Cubs, 1930: July 21, 31; Finish 56
Mickey Mantle, Yankees, 1956: July 21, 31; Finish, 52
Hank Greenberg, Tigers, 1938: July 21, 28; Finish, 58  
Willie Mays, Giants, 1955: July 21, 28; Finish, 51
Eddie Mathews, Braves, 1953: July 21, 28; Finish, 47
Johnny Mize, Giants, 1947: July 21, 27; Finish, 51 

There are simply too many obstacles to overcome for anyone who has designs on the Babe's all-time record.  A player would need a terrific start and an even more spectacular finish. He'd have to be oblivious to all that pressure, quirks in the modern schedule and the fences in the different parks.
One day, perhaps, some baseball superman may come along who has all the necessary qualifications. But I don't see anyone around now who fits that description.
And I don't advise you to hold your breath waiting."

-Baseball Digest, October 1957


Saturday, April 2, 2022

1956 Yankees of the Past Alumni Team

Former Yankees on 1956 Spring Training Rosters
MGR - Bucky Harris (Detroit Tigers)
CH - Chuck Dressen (Washington Senators)
CH - Tom Ferrick (Cincinnati Reds)
CH - Mayo Smith (Philadelphia Phillies)
C - Sherm Lollar (Chicago White Sox)
C - Clint Courtney (Washington Nationals)
C - Hal W. Smith (Baltimore Orioles)
1B - Vic Power (Kansas City Athletics) (3B)
1B - Gus Triandos (Baltimore Orioles)
2B - Jim Finigan (Kansas City Athletics) (3B)
3B - Jim Dyck (Baltimore Orioles)
SS - Jerry Snyder (Washington Senators) (2B)
SS - Willy Miranda (Baltimore Orioles)
LF - Gene Woodling (Cleveland Indians)  
CF - Bill Virdon (St. Louis Cardinals)
RF - Jackie Jensen (Boston Red Sox)
OF - Jim Greengrass (Philadelphia Phillies)
OF - Hank Sauer (Chicago Cubs) (retroactive designated hitter)
OF - Jim Delsing (Detroit Tigers) 
PH - Dale Long (Pittsburgh Pirates) (1B)
P - Lew Burdette (Milwaukee Braves)
P - Ruben Gomez (New York Giants)
P - Bob Porterfield (Boston Red Sox)
P - Johnny Schmidtz (Boston Red Sox)
P - Bill Wight (Baltimore Orioles)
P - Bob Keegan (Chicago White Sox)
RP - Ellis Kinder (St. Louis Cardinals)
RP - Tom Gorman (Kansas City Athletics)
RP - Dave Jolly (Milwaukee Braves)

1956 Yankee of the Past: Gene Woodling

"Hard hitting Gene came to the Indians during the 1955 season. He has played five World Series with a .318 batting mark. A fine fielder, Gene tied for American League defensive honors last year."

-1956 Topps No. 163

1956 Yankee of the Past: Bill Wight

"Bill has been with the Yankees, White Sox, Red Sox, Tigers and Indians in his 12-year career. His best year was 1949 when he won 15 for the White Sox.
Bill's favorite hobby is drawing."

-1956 Topps No. 286

1956 Yankee of the Past: Bob Wiesler

"Bob led the Kansas-Oklahoma-Missouri League, Western League and American Association in strikeouts in consecutive years. After three trials with the Yankees, he came to Washington in 1955. Bob's youth and blazing fast ball will help the Nationals this year."

-1956 Topps No. 327

Tuesday, March 15, 2022

1956 Yankee Prospect of the Past: Bill Virdon

"Bill became a top-notch hitter when he started wearing glasses. At Rochester in 1954, he led the International League with a .333 batting average. Bill came to the Cardinals in 1955 and immediately took over a regular outfield job."

-1956 Topps No. 170

1956 Yankee of the Past: Gus Triandos

"Last year, Gus led the Orioles in homers and RBIs. In five minor league seasons, he averaged .329 and 18 homers per year. After being a catcher since 1948, Gus was made a first sacker last year and did fine."

-1956 Topps No. 80

Tuesday, March 1, 2022

1956 Yankee Farmhand of the Past: Mayo Smith

"In six years as a minor league manager, Mayo's team won six pennants. Mayo is a great judge of young players.
As a player, he was a good outfielder."

-1956 Topps No. 60

1956 Yankee of the Past: Hal W. Smith

"Every team in the league wanted Hal when he was a Yankee farmhand. In 1954 he was the American Association batting king with a .350 batting average at Columbus.
His great pegs nail runners and helped him the 1955 rookie all-star catcher."

1956 Topps No. 62

Saturday, February 19, 2022

1956 Yankee of the Past: Johnny Schmitz

"John has been on six clubs and has beaten every team in the majors in his 12-year career. A clever veteran, he has fine control.
In 1956 he joined the Red Sox, a team that has never beaten Johnny."

-1956 Topps No. 298

1956 Yankee Prospect of the Past: Hank Sauer

"A top slugger, Hank was the National League's Most Valuable Player in 1952. He hit 41 home runs in 1954; his 13 against the Pirates is a major league record.
Hank uses the heaviest bat in the majors- 40 ounces."

-1956 Topps No. 41

Sunday, February 6, 2022

1956 Yankee of the Past: Bob Porterfield

"An outstanding hurler, Bob will strengthen the Sox staff in 1956. In '53, he led the American League in wins, complete games and shutouts. This year Bob will try to lose the injury jinx that followed him in '54 and '55."

-1956 Topps No. 248

1956 Yankee of the Past: Willy Miranda

"Willy led American League shortstops in putouts, assists and double plays in 1955. A timely hitter, he keeps raising his batting average every year. Willy came to the Baltimore Orioles in 1955 in a trade with New York."

-1956 Topps No. 103

1956 Yankee Prospect of the Past: Jerry Lynch

"Jerry posted a .311 batting average in two minor league seasons. A natural hitter, he has plenty of power. Last season he raised his 1954 average by 45 points."

-1956 Topps No. 97

1956 Yankee of the Past: Sherm Lollar

"Sherm loves to break up games with clutch hits. He's also an excellent defensive backstop. Sherm's powerful arm is a terror to base stealers."

-1956 Topps No. 243

Monday, January 24, 2022

1956 Yankee Prospect of the Past: Ellis Kinder

"For Boston in 1949, Ellis won 23 games, topped the American League in won-lost percentage and tied for the lead in shutouts. A tireless reliever, he broke the American League record for most games pitched in one season (69 in '53). With 18 years of baseball experience, Ellis joins the Cardinals in '56."

-1956 Topps No. 336

1956 Yankee Prospect of the Past: Bob Keegan

"At Bucknell University, Bob was a star infielder. After pitching seven years on Yankee farms, Bob joined Chicago in 1953. In 1954 he won 16- a bad leg kept him from 20 wins."

-1956 Topps No. 54

Wednesday, January 12, 2022

1956 Yankee of the Past: Jackie Jensen

"Jackie tied for the lead in runs batted in last year. A fine base runner, he led the American League in stolen bases in 1954.
He was an All-American football player at the University of California."

-1956 Topps No. 115

1956 Yankee Prospect of the Past: Jim Greengrass

"Jim was signed by a Yankee scout when he was 16 years old. He broke in with Cincinnati in 1952 and drove in 100 runs the next year. Traded to Philadelphia in '55, he hit a homer in his first game as a Phillie."

-1956 Topps No. 275

Tuesday, January 4, 2022

1956 Yankee of the Past: Tom Gorman

"Tom was the workhorse of the A's in 1955 and was second in the American League in games pitched. In '55 he saved four shutouts for his teammates.
He spent nine years in the Yankee chain before joining Kansas City last season."

-1956 Topps No. 246

1956 Yankee Prospect of the Past: Ruben Gomez

"Ruben's best pitch is the screwball. Besides being a top pitcher, Ruben is also a good hitter and base runner.
In 1954, his 17 wins helped New York win the pennant."

-1956 Topps No. 9