Evening star. [volume] (Washington, D.C.) 1854-1972, 1943-07-14
i Leonard Slab Victor
las Doerr's Homer.
Beats n. |. Stars
BY SID FEEDER,

because ne mas y UlllllOql QO4laIb III
the bank, the American League
finally has proved it doesn't need
the Yankees-as long as it can dc
the Bombers' tricks with q bat.
This, naturally, Is the home run
or q reasonable facsimile thereof
a Yankee speciality from way back
in baseball. And, while Manager
Joe Mccarthy didn't use a single
member of his bomber brigade in
knocking of the National Leaguers
S to 3 last night in the 18th edition
Of the All-Star smuggling party, the
way 1t happened made you look
quick to be sure 1t wasn't q Yankee
putting on the crusher.
But this time 1t was Robert PERISH
ing Doerr, the Los Angeles Lulu"
who has been playing lot Of infield
for the Boston Red Sox, but has
more or less been the second-base
shadow cast by the Yanks' Joe Cor
don for several seasons. Well, Joe
the Flash was just the American
League bench jockey" last night
and the Nationals went out in front
with run in the first inning and
were just bouncing along behind
Mort Cooper.
Clout Just Long Enough.
Then, In the second, before you
or the 81 1888 cash customers knew
what was cooking, the roof fell in,
and it was the old Yankee story
dressed up in a Red Sox suit.
Morris fireball lost its control for
just a couple Of minutes and he
walked Chef Laabs, the st. Louis
Brownies nimble fy-chaser, and
Jake Early. Washington's work
horse catcher.
Then up stepped Robert PERISH
ing. Mort slid a curve ball of the
finger he'd blistered few hours
before. apparently showing how not
to light a cigarette. Bobby aimed II
at the left-field stands, and 1t just
barely gasped its way into the lower
seats. A yard shorter, and it would
have been only fly out.
That was your ball game, and for
all the rest Of the game meant to
the final result, the boys might just
as well have gone to the movies for
the rest of the evening. The Ameri-
cans simply ambled to their eighth
win in the IL All-Star games. which
are rapidly turning into plain old
fashioned Nightmares to the Ma
tionalS.
Vince Di Mag Busy With Bat.
For, in the third chapter, a pair
Of pounding doubles, produced an
other run And if that didn't settle
the issue 1t might be pointed out
that the only guy among the &c
National Leaguers in the game who
looked as If he would just as soor
have a bat as a tommy-gun In q
tight spot was a fellow named D
Maggie.
Now. you know Joe the Yankee
Jolter is in the Army, but this was
his brother Vince of the Pittsburgh
Pirates. He got into the game II
the third inning and promptly pokec
single into left. In the seventh, h.
tripled and came home on Dixie
Walkers pinch fly. And in the ninth
he hit what was easily the hardes
ball OF the night. a wallop thai
landed well into the upper stands II
left field.
Now. all the time. there were five
Yankees on the bench-and they
stayed there, because, as Manager
Mccarthy put it, I'VE got out ir
front quick, and We didn't neec
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Vandy Ties S. O. Record.
OF course, there was a lot more
going on during the proceedings
For instance, Johnny Wander Nicer
the old double-no hit kid of the Gin
cinnati Reds, was called on to take
over for Cooper in the third with
one run in, one on and one out, and
he proceeded to fan Rudy York and
Laabs to end that inning. From
there, he famed four more in the
next two frames and wound up with
a total Of II strikeouts for his two
All-Star elbowing appearances
thereby equaling Carl Hubbell's rec
ord Of moving 'em down In these
midsummer specials.
And there was Cooper, himself
whose fork ball has blindfolded and
handcuffed the National League
batters for the last few years. but
who is strictly a fraternity brother
to American League hitters. Last
night marked his fourth straight
setback at the hands of the Junior
circuit swatters-two In All-Star ap-
peararces and two in last falls
World Series-and that ought to be
enough to convince even a deter
mined young man like Mort.
Leonard Receivers Quickly.
1t was a convincing American
League victory. even to the older
members of the National League
Cheering and Chowder Society, who
had only, one real turn to howl This
was In the first inning. after the
boys got over their surprise at Nc
Carthy's selection of Dutch Leon
ard. the old Washington knuckle-
baller, to start serving 'em up for
the American Leaguers. Those two
All-Star oldtimers, Chicago's Stan
Hack and Brooklyn's Billy Herman
started it off with consecutive sim
oles. Stan Musial then hoisted 8
fly to center and the Nationals had
run.
But Dutch got the idea right then
and showed why Marse Joe picked
him because of "a knuckleball like
nobody in the National League has, y
Except for an error by Vern Ste
phens with two away in the second
he ripped through the Nationals for
the next two frames without even
mussing his hair.
Newhouser, Hughson Finish.