Spokane ..... 29 17 .631 —
Salem ....... 26 18 .591 2
Vancouver ... 25 22 .532 4½
Yakima ...... 23 21 .523 5
Edmonton .... 21 21 .500 6
Lewiston .... 21 21 .500 6
Victoria .... 21 25 .457 8
Tri-City .... 20 24 .455 8
Wenatchee ... 18 25 .419 9½
Calgary ..... 17 25 .405 10
VANCOUVER [by CLANCY LORANGER, Province, Apr. 12]—When Clarence Marshall joined the Capilanos last week, he said he was down there for one thing: To get to pitch regularly and prove that at 28 he still had a future in baseball.
The big righthander, a former member of the New York Yankees and St. Louis Browns, obviously isn’t through. He proved that Tuesday night at Capilano Stadium in the most convincing language a pitcher knows—he threw a no-hitter at the Salem Senators.
It wasn’t a no-hit, no-run game because Clarence was wild, and in the eighth inning, with one out, he walked three men in a row to fill the bases. Then another Marshall, another former major leaguer, a big outfielder named Max who once played for Cincinnati, poled a long fly to centre field to score the man from third [Hugh Luby] and spoil his namesake’s shutout.
But it was the first no-hit game in the new ball park, and the first pitched by a Vancouver hurler since 1951, when George Nicholas came up with a no-hit effort at Spokane.
And it was a well-deserved effort. Not until the ninth did the Senators give Clarence, and the fans, a scare. Jim Deyo started that frame with a hard-hit ball down third that Harvey Storey blocked with his body, glove and legs for the first out.
TOUGH MOMENT FOR A SCORER
Then Les Witherspoon fired another live shot down third, but it went foul, and Witherspoon finally grounded out for No. 2.
Huge Gerry Ballard came to bat, then, and he slammed one between left-fielder Gale Taylor and K Chorlton in centre. The two desperately set sail after the ball, Taylor got there first, and called for the ball. He got his glove on it, but when Chorlton passed in front of him, he dropped it. It was scored an error.
“I had it in my glove,” Taylor said later. “It just bounced out.”
Marshall then went to work on Salem’s Bob Nelson, and the catcher grounded to Gene Petralli at first base for the third out and Clarence’s ticket to the Hall of Fame.
The 205-pound Marshall, “little” brother of Lewiston’s colorful John, was a tired boy at the finish. And with reason—it was only his second start of the year for the Caps, and the first time that he has pitched nine innings since 1948. He was with Newark then, went 12 innings, and lost, 2-1. Clarence was soundly racked in his first start Friday in Victoria.
Marshall, who’s always had a good fast ball, displayed a sharp-breaking curve as he struck out four and allowed just two men to get as far as third. Control was his only trouble—he walked nine.
The Cap management was naturally elated with Marshall’s performance, not to mention the general improvement the club has shown against Salem.
Double-Bill On Menu Tonight
“If we’d had this club all year we’d have romped through that first half,” said happy manager Harvey Storey. “And Clarence looked great, didn’t he?”
He did indeed, and so did the ball club, as they produced 15 base hits including a home run by Chorlton, and gave Marshall near-perfect support.
The win was the second straight against the second-place Senators, who will toss Dave Dahle and Jack Hemphill against the Caps tonight in an attempt to recoup. Storey will counter with Van Fletcher and Bob Roberts.
There’ll be added attractions, too. They include Miss Canada—Kelowna’s Kathy Archibald—the former Mr. America, Roy Hilligan, and local weight-lifter Doug Hepburn. The last-named will not, rumors to the contrary, attempt to lift Dewey Soriano and Dick Barrett.
PROVINCE STARS — Clarence Marshall, who demonstrated why he was in the major leagues … Little Jack Bukowatz, who batted in three runs with three hits, and handled 11 chances successfully at second … And Harvey Storey, who confessed he had trouble following the left-handed pitches of Bob Collins—so only got three hits.
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VANCOUVER [By EATON HOWITT, Sun, Aug. 12]—Joltin’ Joe. Rapid Robert. Larrupin’ Lou. Real he-men names in baseball. Now add to these yet another … Clarence Cuddles.
Doesn’t sound very impressive, does it? Not a name to exactly make your blood tingle or your eyes light up.
But remember, what’s in a name? You can’t tell a book by its cover.
The name of Clarence (Cuddles) Marshall will be engraved for all time in the records of baseball. He’ll have a place of honor, especially in the WIL. Or more especially in the history of the Capilano Baseball Club.
For, Tuesday night, a big right hander whop really is called Clarence Cuddles realized a hurler’s dream, or a batter’s nightmare.
He tossed a no-hitter.
It was the first time since George Nicholas did it against Spokane in 1950 that a Cap had managed the trick. Only four WIL pitchers have ever done it.
This time Salem Senators were the victims.
His Biggest Thrill
Guys who have pitched for New York Yankees, or St. Louis Browns, like Cuddles can become pretty darn blasé about things.
Not Clarence. He admitted after the game that last night’s effort was his biggest thrill. And remember he was a member of the world champion Yankees in 1949.
He’s done it before too. Last time was a long way from green, green Capilano. It was in Austria, when he was pitching ‘em for Uncle Sam. He did it twice when he was in high school.
But this was his first in “real” baseball.
Even pitching coach Kewpie (another real he-man handle) Barrett only turned the trick once in 28 years of organized ball. Marshall has been living just as long as Kewpie has been playing ball.
“Yes sir, it’s a great feeling,” grinned the big fellow as he poked his head from a steaming shower. “I honestly think that’s all I needed. From here on in I should be OK:” (Ed’s note … we’ll forget those nine walks last night, Cuddles old boy.)
he could have been referring to the fact that in his first start with Vancouver last week he hit two batters and walked four in two innings over in Victoria. All is forgiven.
Clark Sparkled, Too
But, oh yes, the game. There were some other fellows out there too.
Jim Clark continues to be worth his weight in diamonds (sparking not baseball) to Harvey Storey. Lots of people are muttering that perhaps when Dewey Soriano bought Jim from Victoria he came wrapped in the WIL pennant. He singled in Jack Bukowatz in the first inning last night and was also really sharp at short.
Poor K. Chorlton. If it hadn’t of [sic] been for Cuddles he would have been right at the top of this epic. For in the sixth frame he lifted one over the left fence, a good 340 feet away with Gene Petralli perched aboard.
All in all, it was a good night for the Caps. They’ve won three in a row now, and are flying.
Salem committed five (count ‘em) errors, some of them mighty glaring. Senators’ only run came in the eighth when another Marshall, Max, filed out to centre after Clarence had walked three.
The series continues tonight with a doubleheader starting at 7 o’clock.
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VANCOUVER [By KEITH MATTHEWS, News Herald, Aug. 11]—Until Tuesday, Clarence Marshall’s most prized possession was a solid-gold, diamond-studded 1949 World Series ring which he received for his part in just another Bomber conquest.
Tuesday, the ring became No. 2 on Cuddles’ list. Now he will look back to the day when he pitched his first no-hitter in organised baseball, a 12-1 defeat of Salem in which he served the dream of every pitched in the game today.
It was quite a feat for the 28-year-old. Just out of the Army this year, this was only his second start in his past three years. It was his first complete job since 1948 when he went a full nine innings for Newark. And naturally enough, when Tuesday’s job became the toughest (the ninth inning) Marshall was dog-tired.
What gone before was a brilliant, though slightly erratic, job of pitching. Clarence knew he had the no-hitter on his hip, though he lost the other half of the double-no job in the eighth when he walked three straight and allowed a scoring outfield fly.
BIG THREE
But the no-hitter was on his mind all the way through. And when he persuaded his 205 pounds to follow him out for the final three outs, they looked as big as a house.
In was quite an inning. The first batter, Jim Deyo, hit a terrific one-hop smash right at Harvey Storey. The manager jumped on the ball like it was a lost gold piece and got his man well in time.
Then Les Witherspoon stepped in. He looked at one pitch then smashed a line drive down the left field line. It curved foul by inches, but foul nonetheless. Then the Salem outfielder grounded out.
WIPED EYES
Marshall was one out away from his lifetime dream—the greatest reward for all pitchers. The perspiration dripped down from his face in a constant flow. Twice he stepped off the rubber and wiped his eyes clear.
He threw a darting fast ball at Jerry Ballard and the husky first baseman lined it into the left centre field hole. Over 1200 fans gasped for air. Then at the last second Gale Taylor game over with the speed of light, stuck out his glove—and the ball popped out of it onto the ground!
Correctly, the scorer ruled an error.
Now it was Bob Nelson, and Bob didn’t stop the tension from mounting. He bounced out weakly to first base and it was over!
SHOULDERS STOOPED
The entire Capilano club came off the bench and swarmed over Marshall. And Clarence, his shoulders stooped from the weight of the achievement, accepted the congratulations with the bashfulness of a two-year-old.
Salem ............ 000 000 010— 1 0 5
Vancouver ...... 100 203 51x—12 15 1
Collins, Peterson (7), Ballard (7) and Nelson; Marshall and Duretto.
SPOKANE — Spokane kept to its winning ways and the Western International League lead Tuesday night with a 4-3 victory over Tri-City on the seven hit pitching of Bill Franks.
Spokane collected runs in the third and fifth innings and then had its lead erased when Tri-City scored three in the seventh on three singles and two errors.
Indians tied up the score in their half of the seventh and gained the winning margin in the eighth on a single by Eddie Murphy.
Tri-City .......... 000 000 300—3 7 1
Spokane ......... 001 010 11x—4 10 2
Robertson and Pesut, Warren (8); Franks and Sheets.
LEWISTON — Four timely home runs told the tale Tuesday night as Lewiston came from behind in the ninth inning to take a 10-9 Western International League victory from Calgary.
Calgary .......... 302 200 002— 9 13 3
Lewiston ........ 002 000 224—10 13 2
Levinson, Francis (9) and Bricker; Brenner, Marshall (4) and Cameron.
YAKIMA — Victoria beat out a 13-hit tattoo off two Yakima pitchers Tuesday night to win a Western International League baseball game, 8-3.
Tyees were scoreless until the fifth inning when three runs were scored. Jim Harford and Bob Moniz singled. Pitcher Don Carter then walked Cece Garriott and Don Pries for the first run and Granny Gladstone singled in two more.
The Bears came back with a pair in the sixth when a decision on Gladstone's throwing error resulted in a protest from Yakima manager Walt Novick.
The Tyees clinched it with another counter in the eighth when Duane Helbig doubled and came home on Harford's single.
Ben Jeffey’s three-run homer in the top of the ninth—his first four-base clout since rejoining the Tyees this season—highlighted a four-run outburst that made it reasonably safe.
Yakima picked up one run in their half of the inning but Bottler ended the rally and preserved his eighth win by taking the league’s top hitter, Bob Wellman, for the final out.
Former Vancouver shortstop Chuck Davis, who missed Monday’s encounter through cross-border difficulties, had a line-drive single in five trips and handled five chances flawlessly in his debut as a Tyee.
Victoria ..... 000 030 014—8 13 2
Yakima ...... 000 002 001—3 7 2
Bottler and Harford; Carter, Rial (9) and Albini.
WENATCHEE — Catcher Harry Bartolomei singled home the winning run in the tenth inning to give the Wenatchee Chiefs a 3-2 victory in the second game of a Western International League baseball twinbill here on Tuesday. Edmonton won the opener, 5-1.
First Game
Edmonton ......... 001 200 2—5 8 1
Wenatchee ....... 000 100 0—1 7 1
McNulty and Prentice; Monroe and Bartolomei.
Second Game
Edmonton ........ 000 000 011 0—2 5 3
Wenatchee ...... 000 020 000 1—3 13 2
Conant and Morgan; Oubre and Bartolomei.
But Listen!
Alf Cottrell
[Vancouver Province, August 12, 1953]
When I asked Art Jacobs what is so tough about umpiring, he said, “Wearing an inside chest protector behind the plate in Tri-City or Lewiston when it’s a hundred in the shade.”
Jacobs, a stocky fellow in his mid-forties, has only been in the umpiring business about five years. Prior to that he was a Paramount employee in Hollywood. Before that, he was a good left-handed pitcher in the top minor leagues.
“I had two good years with Portland in the Coast League,” he said. “In fact one year old Spence Abbott gave me credit for winning the pennant.”
He was the Joe Black of the Portland staff. While he had a 14-won record on his own, he saved many games for faltering team-mates with his relief pitching.
He was in the International and American Association for several years. He saw some good ones, notably Lou Boudreau and Phil Rizzuto. And he likes to talk about them.
Phil The Guide
Rizzuto, of course, went up with his second base mate, Jerry Priddy. Everybody said, “That Priddy will wow them in Yankee Stadium. But Rizzuto, guess he is just going along to see that Priddy finds the stadium all right.”
Priddy has been bounced around the majors from one club to another. The Yankees kept Rizzuto.
“Fast some folks say Rizzuto has kept the Yankees,” Jacobs said.
It was that way, too, he relates, when Ray Mack and Lou Boudreau went up. Mack was a cinch, but Boudreau, all he had was personality.
“Seems like they went for Lou’s take-charge ways up there,” said Jacobs. “While Mack, I just plumb lost track of where he got to.”
Jacobs decided to have a shot at umpiring when things got slack at Paramount, after the war. He started in the Class C Sunset loop. That league took in southern California, plus parts of Nevada and New Mexico.
Two years in the league and Clarence Rowland, Coast League president, took an option on him. That’s fairly fast promotion in this business.
And Two Suits
“While I’m waiting around for an assignment, though, Johnny Nenezich quit his WIL job. So Rowland asks how would I like to come up here. I said that was fine and, well here I still am, nearly three years later,” he said.
I asked him about reports the WIL arbiters were well paid.
He said they were. On the other hand there were expenses. An umpire has to buy clothes and equipment. He needs two pairs of shoes, one for behind the plate, one for the bases. Roughly they cost $18 each. The plate shoes have metal toe and instep guards.
The late suit has to be freer, to go outside the protector. Its pockets are bigger, to hold balls. On the bases the cap is long-billed. For plate work you have a short-billed cap. Indicators, white shirts, etc. all cost money.
Traveling, you drive your own car. His sidekick, Amby Moran, rides with him. The league pays 7 cents a mile for that.
All in all it wasn’t bad, he agreed. And as old Tim Hurst said for himself and for all the umpires who cam after him, “You can’t beat thim hours.”
Alf Cottrell
[Vancouver Province, August 12, 1953]
When I asked Art Jacobs what is so tough about umpiring, he said, “Wearing an inside chest protector behind the plate in Tri-City or Lewiston when it’s a hundred in the shade.”
Jacobs, a stocky fellow in his mid-forties, has only been in the umpiring business about five years. Prior to that he was a Paramount employee in Hollywood. Before that, he was a good left-handed pitcher in the top minor leagues.
“I had two good years with Portland in the Coast League,” he said. “In fact one year old Spence Abbott gave me credit for winning the pennant.”
He was the Joe Black of the Portland staff. While he had a 14-won record on his own, he saved many games for faltering team-mates with his relief pitching.
He was in the International and American Association for several years. He saw some good ones, notably Lou Boudreau and Phil Rizzuto. And he likes to talk about them.
Phil The Guide
Rizzuto, of course, went up with his second base mate, Jerry Priddy. Everybody said, “That Priddy will wow them in Yankee Stadium. But Rizzuto, guess he is just going along to see that Priddy finds the stadium all right.”
Priddy has been bounced around the majors from one club to another. The Yankees kept Rizzuto.
“Fast some folks say Rizzuto has kept the Yankees,” Jacobs said.
It was that way, too, he relates, when Ray Mack and Lou Boudreau went up. Mack was a cinch, but Boudreau, all he had was personality.
“Seems like they went for Lou’s take-charge ways up there,” said Jacobs. “While Mack, I just plumb lost track of where he got to.”
Jacobs decided to have a shot at umpiring when things got slack at Paramount, after the war. He started in the Class C Sunset loop. That league took in southern California, plus parts of Nevada and New Mexico.
Two years in the league and Clarence Rowland, Coast League president, took an option on him. That’s fairly fast promotion in this business.
And Two Suits
“While I’m waiting around for an assignment, though, Johnny Nenezich quit his WIL job. So Rowland asks how would I like to come up here. I said that was fine and, well here I still am, nearly three years later,” he said.
I asked him about reports the WIL arbiters were well paid.
He said they were. On the other hand there were expenses. An umpire has to buy clothes and equipment. He needs two pairs of shoes, one for behind the plate, one for the bases. Roughly they cost $18 each. The plate shoes have metal toe and instep guards.
The late suit has to be freer, to go outside the protector. Its pockets are bigger, to hold balls. On the bases the cap is long-billed. For plate work you have a short-billed cap. Indicators, white shirts, etc. all cost money.
Traveling, you drive your own car. His sidekick, Amby Moran, rides with him. The league pays 7 cents a mile for that.
All in all it wasn’t bad, he agreed. And as old Tim Hurst said for himself and for all the umpires who cam after him, “You can’t beat thim hours.”
today’s fanfare
Some Views on Speedsters By Kewpie The Comet
By Eric Whitehead
[Vancouver Province, August 12, 1953]
A group of fans out at the ballpark were overheard recently discussing the relative merits of Capilano centre-fielders past and present: Dick Sinovic and K Chorlton.
It wasn’t an argument, because, with a bow to recent memory, there is no basis for an argument. Sinovic, the husky, moody, hustling Cap centrefielder of three years back, is now one of the big men with the bludgeon in the AA Southern Association. As the outstanding star of the Atlanta Crackers, big Dick has just been nominated to the League’s All-Star team and is one of the soundest minor league ballhawks in the business. As many a local fan will fondly testify, he can hit, run, field and hustle with the best. Only a weak throwing arm keeps him out of the big show.
Chorlton hasn’t had a shot at Double A ball; he almost, but not quite, clicked with the Seattle Rainiers of the Coast League. But his Vancouver record can’t rate with Sinovic.
But one of the prettiest local sights on a summer’s evening is that of Chorlton scudding around the basepaths out at the ballpark.
Graceful as a young gazelle and almost as speedy, Chorlton would rate a quick boost up the ladder if he could only develop the elusive knack of getting on the basepaths more often.
It is sheer speed that has kept him knocking at the door of the Coast League this past several seasons.
One of K’s admirers is the club’s newest and largest pitcher-coach, Kewpie Barrett. Kewpie himself has at least one claim (self-made) to game as a speedster.
“I,” he proclaims loudly, “would place at least one-two in a race to first base with Dewey Soriano.”
But Kewpie admits Chorlton would be very hard to catch.
“On the coast,” says Mrs. Barrett’s pride and joy, “you have to rate Chorlton with the top speed merchants—maybe the fastest of them all. Two Coast League centrefielders, Seattle’s Jim Tobin and Portland’s Bob Marquis, can make K stretch out, but Chorlton will at least stay with them.
And A Vote For Jo-Jo
Who does Kewpie figure as the outstanding speed merchants during his span in baseball?
“Well,” drawled the big boy, “this Minnie Minoso who went to the Chicsox from San Diego really had a pair of winged heels. So has Jim Rivera who moved up to the majors from the Rainiers. So had a guy named Jo Jo White who used to play a little baseball out this way and in Detroit. Then there was that jet-propelled rabbit named Jigger Statz who used to cover the outfield and most of suburban Los Angeles for the Angels of that town.”
How about DiMaggio?
“A good question,” said Kewpie. “Any pitcher was saved a couple of hits a game with Joe patrolling centrefield behind him. Joe could cover so much ground that before he left ‘Frisco for New York, a coast manufacturer wanted to patent him as a tarpaulin.”
Twenty-Eight Down ?? To Go
What player in all of Kewpie’s experience, figures as the fastest, smartest base-runner of them all?
“Well,” he began, slipping a Confederate dime in the coke machine, “in all my 28 years in baseball I’ll take the old Pittsburgh Pirate himself. Easy.”
He stopped as we counted rapidly on our fingers. Then our toes.
“Yup,” he said, “that’s right. Twenty-eight years. You know, to my knowledge, there’s only one other living man who has played baseball actively for that length of time. That’s Cy Young. He used up his time winning 511 major league ball games. Turned out to be quite a hobby.”
Barrett himself has done more than collect stamps during his 28-year life-span (to be continued) as an active player, as his 366 wins in pro ball can testify, 234 of them in the Coast League.
“Yep,” he admitted under pressure, “ten of those years did all right all of one spell. Averaged 21 wins a year for ten years with Seattle.
“Figure with a good month here I might go back next spring and make it 11 years.”
“And have you noticed,” said Soriano, “how young Carl Gunnarson has been looking lately?”
“Look,” said Kewpie pleasantly, “please keep my older brother out of this.”
It wasn’t an argument, because, with a bow to recent memory, there is no basis for an argument. Sinovic, the husky, moody, hustling Cap centrefielder of three years back, is now one of the big men with the bludgeon in the AA Southern Association. As the outstanding star of the Atlanta Crackers, big Dick has just been nominated to the League’s All-Star team and is one of the soundest minor league ballhawks in the business. As many a local fan will fondly testify, he can hit, run, field and hustle with the best. Only a weak throwing arm keeps him out of the big show.
Chorlton hasn’t had a shot at Double A ball; he almost, but not quite, clicked with the Seattle Rainiers of the Coast League. But his Vancouver record can’t rate with Sinovic.
But one of the prettiest local sights on a summer’s evening is that of Chorlton scudding around the basepaths out at the ballpark.
Graceful as a young gazelle and almost as speedy, Chorlton would rate a quick boost up the ladder if he could only develop the elusive knack of getting on the basepaths more often.
It is sheer speed that has kept him knocking at the door of the Coast League this past several seasons.
One of K’s admirers is the club’s newest and largest pitcher-coach, Kewpie Barrett. Kewpie himself has at least one claim (self-made) to game as a speedster.
“I,” he proclaims loudly, “would place at least one-two in a race to first base with Dewey Soriano.”
But Kewpie admits Chorlton would be very hard to catch.
“On the coast,” says Mrs. Barrett’s pride and joy, “you have to rate Chorlton with the top speed merchants—maybe the fastest of them all. Two Coast League centrefielders, Seattle’s Jim Tobin and Portland’s Bob Marquis, can make K stretch out, but Chorlton will at least stay with them.
And A Vote For Jo-Jo
Who does Kewpie figure as the outstanding speed merchants during his span in baseball?
“Well,” drawled the big boy, “this Minnie Minoso who went to the Chicsox from San Diego really had a pair of winged heels. So has Jim Rivera who moved up to the majors from the Rainiers. So had a guy named Jo Jo White who used to play a little baseball out this way and in Detroit. Then there was that jet-propelled rabbit named Jigger Statz who used to cover the outfield and most of suburban Los Angeles for the Angels of that town.”
How about DiMaggio?
“A good question,” said Kewpie. “Any pitcher was saved a couple of hits a game with Joe patrolling centrefield behind him. Joe could cover so much ground that before he left ‘Frisco for New York, a coast manufacturer wanted to patent him as a tarpaulin.”
Twenty-Eight Down ?? To Go
What player in all of Kewpie’s experience, figures as the fastest, smartest base-runner of them all?
“Well,” he began, slipping a Confederate dime in the coke machine, “in all my 28 years in baseball I’ll take the old Pittsburgh Pirate himself. Easy.”
He stopped as we counted rapidly on our fingers. Then our toes.
“Yup,” he said, “that’s right. Twenty-eight years. You know, to my knowledge, there’s only one other living man who has played baseball actively for that length of time. That’s Cy Young. He used up his time winning 511 major league ball games. Turned out to be quite a hobby.”
Barrett himself has done more than collect stamps during his 28-year life-span (to be continued) as an active player, as his 366 wins in pro ball can testify, 234 of them in the Coast League.
“Yep,” he admitted under pressure, “ten of those years did all right all of one spell. Averaged 21 wins a year for ten years with Seattle.
“Figure with a good month here I might go back next spring and make it 11 years.”
“And have you noticed,” said Soriano, “how young Carl Gunnarson has been looking lately?”
“Look,” said Kewpie pleasantly, “please keep my older brother out of this.”
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