Evening star. [volume] (Washington, D.C.) 1854-1972, 1940-10-09
Joy Of Arnnistice
Day Reca||edby
Victory Fete
Derrin9er Walters,
Werber, Myers and
Wilson Hailed
BY GAYLE TALBOT,

CINCINNATI, Oct. 9.-Headachy
but happy after night of spectacu-
lar celebration. Cincinnati's baseball
fans came to slowly today, pinched
themselves a few times and finally
awakened to the realization it was
true-the Reds had won that old
championship.
Yessir, those good old Reds had
done it. Vince! Old Paul Derringer,
the peoples choice, had licked De-
troit's Buck NeWsom. to |. in the
seventh and deciding game, as
tense and thrilling a battle as ever
climaxed a World Series.
Streets of the town still were lit
tered with the paper and rubbish
that showered down from 10000
windows an instant after Earl
Averill, a pinch hitter, slapped ball
at Lonnie Frey and was snapped
off at first for the final out of the
long drawn playoff yesterday after
noon on Crosley Field.
Those who witnessed both said
it was the most delirious night Gin
cinnati had experienced since the
Armistice was signed in 1918. The
blowof was all the greater after the
terrible disappointment of year
ago, when the Reds cloWned to their
! fourth straight defeat at the hands
/ of the New York Yankees.
Difficult to Name Hero.
Today the proud celebrants had
only one big problem on their
minds-to name the hero of the
series. And it was a real problem.
at that
Derringer? The big pitcher who
produced one of his greatest MASTER
pieces: didn't permit an earned run
to one of baseball's finest array Of
sluegers in the clinching struggle?
Bucky Walters? The stout hurler
who twice in the series stopped the
Tigers with Shit and shit per-
formances when the Reds were trail
ing by a game and appeared to
be on the verge of defeat?
Bill Werber? The Scrapping
third baseman who led both clubs
in hitting for the seven games with
an average of $40 and whose field
ing was spectacular?
Or even little Billy Myers. the
shortstop, who clouted the long fly
off Newsom in the seventh inning
to score Jimmy Ripple from third
with the Reds second and winning
run? Billy didn't do much before
that, but in the view OF Cincinnati
fans he could have made up for
lifetime of lapses with that one vital
blow.
Newsom's Heroic Victim.
Heroic in defeat was Buck New
son; big. clustering Bobo; who
pitched the Tigers to two stirring
victories, banking the Reds over one
stretch of Is consecutive innings,
but on whom the terrific pace finally
told at the very climax of the Sc
ries.
After Bobo won his second game
on Sunday, his arm was so sore
he scarcely could lift it, and mas
seur worked on it far into the night.
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pitch again for long time. But out
there yesterday was Bobo, firing
them across with only one days
rest. and it wasn't until the seventh
inning that Frank Mccormick and
Jimmy Ripple ratified the fences
with successive doubles to start the
rally that beat the big South Caro-
linian out of the third World Series
triumph he craved.
From a romantic standpoint, the
grandest figure on the field for six
of the seven games was Jimmy Will
son. the 40-year-old coach who
pulled his ancient catcherS mltt
off the bottom of his locker and
filled the big shoes of crippled
Ernie lombard behind the plate
for the Reds.
Wilson Genuine TrOuper.
He was trouper! He was
strapped up with 40-odd yards of
adhesive tape yesterday for what he
said. vehemently, was the last game
he ever expected to play. He was
limping on both legs, if that is pos
sible But Jimmy hit two singles,
laid down a perfect sacrifice in the
Reds winning inning and stole the
only base of the entire seven games.
Manager Bill McKechnie sounded
like he might choke up as he
watched Jimmy play his valedic-
tory
Just look at him. What if
manager had a whole team of
players with hearts like Jimmy's?"
BY common, if reluctant. consent.
the goat of the final game and
therefore of the series was Dick
Bartell, the popular and ever-scrap-
ping shortsto poi the Tigers. For
six days Dick fielded spiritedly and
hit better than had been expected,
but he picked the pay-off game to
come down with mental lapse that,
if it didn't lose the contest. at
least turned the course of for
tune.
The Reds were trailing. 1 to O, 60
ing into the seventh. Detroit had
scored off Derringer in the third on
a couple OF scratch hltS When Wer- |
Der threw wild to first on Charley
Gehringer's smash. Then Frank
Mccormack. husky Red first base
man, inaugurated the seventh with
a two-base wallor aginst the fence
in left.
BarteIl's Mind Goes Blank.
Jimmy Ripple, the next Red, dashed !
a high, hard drive to right that just
cleared Bruce Campbell's head and |
struck the screen. Mccormick,
figuring the ball might be caught,
held second until he saw it hit safe,
and then tore for third Campbell |
made quick recovery in right and
whipped the agate in to Bartell in
the vicinity of second base.
1t would have been cinch to cut
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