The Waterbury Democrat., 1946-08-27
By AL SCHACHT The Clown Prince of Baseball Written for The United Press

Written for The United Press
 New York, Aug 27-tUP)-I havt been around baseball long time and you can I',dily see from my own personal background that l have come in contact with a great many characters. A character is person who may be the finest kind of guy in the world but is to say the least somewhat more or less eccentric.
 Probably the grea test character l every came across was Smead Jol- ley. who played at outfelding and other departments with the Boston Red Sox some time ago. Jolley was exactly what his name signifled, a likeable. jolly fellow who could hit ball as hard as anybody-but that was all.
 In Fenway Park, with short left field fence and hill going up to it, they found an ideal spot for Jolley-or so they thought, They felt that the spot gave Jolley less ground to cover and left less mar gin for errors. But Jolley. was per- sistent. Every time he started to climb the hill after a fly ball, he would stumble and fall until it be- come quite a ridiculous situation both for Jolley and the Red Sox.
 Hill Trouble
 Finally, in desperation, they took Jolley out to the park early morn ings and trained him thoroughly in the art of climbing the hill.
 Smead's trouble with the hill became the American League joke but Jolley was persistent
 One day, the Washington Club came to Boston for a series and kiddingly l approached Jolley and said:
 Hey, Smeadie, how're you doing with Hill 66'
 Go ahead and laugh, Ginny," he shouted "waitll you see me from now on"
 No Downhill Training
 In an early inning, a high fly ball was hit to left field Jolley judged the ball perfectly, raced up the hill with rythmic strides, went little too far up and as he started down the hill, he stumbled and fell flat on his face Red-faced and angry, he stormed to the dugout at the end of the inning and with hands on hips he screamed for all to hear:
 You're just a bunch of wise guys. You take me out for hours in the morning and teach me how to go up the hill but not one of you had the brains to show me how to get down"
 Seeing thehelplessness of keep 1 ing Jolley in the outfield, where he was losing too many games for the Sox, the management decided to make a catcher out of him, so that they could still take advantage of his heavy hitting. He was first used in that capacity against Washington and when Joe Judge, quite kidder in his own right, came to bat, he asked Jolley how he liked his new job.
 Well, I'll tell you, Ginny," said Smead-he called everybody Ginny lat least you've got somebody to talk when you're back here but when you play the outfield, you just talk to yourself
 He Made Good
 Just then, the ball was pitched and Judge hit high fly right over the home plate. Jolley frantically threw off his mask but his hat came off with it. Instead of mak- ing for the ball, he put the catch CTS mitt over his head and yelled to the thrid baseman:
 Come on, Ginny, take it. It's all yours
 It seems Jolley was almost com pletely bald and very sensitive about it. This piece of vanity land ed Judge on second on what should have been an easy out
 The next time Judge came to bat, Smead, in all seriousness, turned to the Senator first-sacker and plead- ed:
 I'm pal of yours aint I, Ginny? I've made good, now give the others guys chance to make good. Be a pal and hit the ball to the outfield."