Evening star., 1933-09-22
CR0N|N BES|EGED
BY FANS AS TEAM
.CL|NCHES PENNANT
Players Fight Way to Lockers
Through 10000 Admirers
After Beating St. Louis.
MANAGER is "MOBBED"
BY THRONG ON FIELD
Police Rescue" Him After Vain
Attempt to Leave Park" Escape
by Ruse Fails.

by Ruse Fails.
of fans and the overstored nervous
energy of a group of high-strung ath-
letes exploded together at Griffith Sta
dium esterday-touched off by the Ma
tionals' pennant-clinching victory.
Wild scenes took place in every cor
ner of the ball park. The clubhouse,
particularly, was bedlam Of hilarious
rejoicing, as the members Of the Wash
ington club literally fought their way
to their lockers
1t was happy day for 26-year
Manager Joe Cronin, the moist-eyed
Irish kid who dreamed impossible
dreams, and dazedly was realizing they
had come true Sharing the victory
with him was Clark Griffith. who
pinned his hopes on the boy wonder"
to bring back the American League
pennant to Washington.
Manush's Catch Ends Game.
A large, sturdy legged left fielder, cap
off, uniform tapping like a sail in the
breeze, and with sun glasses clenched
in his ungloved hand, only few mo-
ments before had made one of the su-
preme efforts of his long diamond ca
reer. Heinie Manush snagged with one
hand ball ticketed for regions unpa-
trolled-and with his catch Washing
tons ball club steamed into Pennant-
Browns.
Hard bitten big leaguers became
broken-fi runners as they lodged
10000 men and women, berserk with
joy. as they scurried for the safety of
the clubhouse. Once there, the case
hardened veneer acquired through va
ried stretches in professional base ball,
was washed away.
Natty and gray tempted, Muddy Ruel,
Washington's great little catcher during
the pennant- winning day of 1924-25,
stood at the locker room door. awaiting
his former teammates. He was the
first officially to congratulate Cronin,
who not only failed to crack as pre-
dicted under the double strain of man
aging and playing shortstop, but won
the pennant with a team picked to
trail the Yankees, regardless of pilots,
You deserved it, joe" murmured
Muddy, as he grasped the young man
ayers hand.
Thanks Muddy" was Joe's reply.
Gee, it's over"
Ruel, passing next to Al Crowder,
Buddy Myer and others, was lost in
the onrushing crowd of newspaper men,
photographers, radio and newsreel men.
Not since the halcyon days Of 1924
IS had the Washington clubhouse re-
verberated with such Joyous conduct.
Pouring in from field and dugout,
PLAYERS "mobbed' Cronin, clutching for
his hand. hugging him and pounding
him on the back.
Cronin was hustled to the radio as
Griffith entered the room. He, too, was
thrust before the microphone. Grlfflth
spoke first:
Joe, this is the happiest moment of
nv life. / want to congratulate you
and the rest of the boys for their Won
derful play this seoson."
Praises Members Of Team.
Perspiration pouring down his smile
wreathed face, Cronin answered:
Thank you Mr.. Griffith" Che never
calls the Nationals prexy anything put
Mr.. Griffith). 1T was easy managing
such a team Of fine ball players and
fine fellows. 1 was just the shortstop.
They've been an inspiration to Amer
lean youth, all Of them"
The crowd in the club house surged
around the pair again as hashilgnts
from newspaper cameras exploded.
Dave Harris, utility outfielder and
pinch hitter, never left Cronin's side,
and finally satisfied his desire to ex-
press his Joy and admiration by pick
ing up Joe, weighing all Of 100 pounds.
and carrying him around as he would
pillow. More flashlights exploded,
and Cronin again was hauled to q
parapkernalia trunk, where ne and
Griffith posed, arm in arm. for the
small army of news-reel photographers
and spoke their pieces again. Both
stuck to their original stories.
The Star photographer lined up
Cronin, Myer, Harris, Crowder, Al
Schacht and Gifith for group pic
ture. Lets get all the boys" shouted
Cronin. where's Joe Kuhel?"
Appears From Showers.
Here" yelled the young first base
man, appearing from under the show
ers. AS he was garbed only In a
foamy but insufficient soap lather
Kuhel was not included in the picture.
chief, wheeled in a barrel of ice-cold
beer. 1t was a welcome relief, not SO
much because the players were thirsty
as they were to find some excuse to
hide their feelings.
Crowder stopped hugging Moe Berg,
reserve catcher, to grab bottle of the
80 fluid Alec McColl, the majors s
oldest rookie" who spent 18 years
pitching in the minors before coming
to the Nationals this season in his 38th
year, was in corner, mouth wide open
with sheer JOY. Baxter promptly
passed him a brown bottle.
Manush. dripping from shower spray,
bumped through the assorted crowd
muttering threats which sounded dire
to those who didn't know Heinie. In
snagged to make the final out and win
the game and the championship. Even
while taking his shower, Manush re-
tanned his grip on it. He was taking
no chances.
With the strain of the flag chase
over. Luke Sewell. the hard-workiIig
,-,tcher. wearily went to the showers.
Cronin spied him and intercepted the
former Cleveland Indian to pump his
hand.
Myer Beats Quick Retreat.
Hes big reason why we won this
pennant." Joe explained as Sewell
sought the shower handle.
Myer, possibly because he had expe-
rienced q demonstration rivaling this
in 1925 when he was rookie substi-
tute), was one of the first to dress. Ac-
companied by Jack Russell, he peeped
through the entrance door, spied a
couple of thousand feminine auto
graph-seeking fans, and beat quick
retreat via the dugout route. Both
were bare-headed and the rear guard
of the vast female army quickly recOg-
nized and "ganged" them.
One by one, the players sought TO