1944 World Series

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Swing in favor –
Sports scribes favor Browns

St. Louis, Missouri (UP) –
The last-ditch stand which gave the St. Louis Browns the 1944 American League pennant apparently caught the fancy of baseball writers as well as fans the country over, for a United Press survey today showed many of them favoring the Browns over the Cardinals, a 1 to 2 favorite.

Here is the way the “experts” stuck their necks out:

  • Dan Daniel, New York World Telegram – Browns in 6.
  • Franklin Lewis, Cleveland Press – Browns in 6.
  • Herb Simon, Chicago Times – Cards in 6.
  • Jack Hand, Associated Press – Browns.
  • Leo H. Petersen, United Press – Browns in 6.
  • Oscar Fraley, United Press – Browns in 6.
  • Gordon Cobbledick, Cleveland Plain Dealer – Browns in 6.
  • Sid Keener, St. Louis Star-Times – Browns in 5 or 6.
  • Eddie Munzel, Chicago Sun – Cards in 6.
  • Bill McGoogan, St. Louis Post-Dispatch – Browns 4 straight.
  • Arthur Patterson, New York Herald-Tribune – Cards in 5.
  • Buck O’Neill, Washington Times-Herald – Browns.
  • John Carmichael, Chicago Daily News – Browns in 6.
  • Joe Trimble, New York Daily News – Cards in 6.
  • Rud Rennie, New York Herald-Tribune – Cards.
  • Sid Mercer, New York Journal-American – Browns in 6.
  • Ken Smith, New York Mirror – Cards in 6.
  • Stan Baumgartner, Philadelphia Inquirer – Browns in 6.
  • Arch Ward, Chicago Tribune – Cards in 6.
  • Red Smith, Philadelphia Record – Cards in 6.

Scanlon, bat boy for both teams, in tough spot

Astride a fence with Bobby Scanlon, Sportsman’s Park, St. Louis, Missouri (UP) –
The unhappiest and at the same time the happiest kid in St. Louis today, is Bobby Scanlon, who stands to win a lot of gold and lose a lot of face in the World Series.

Bobby happens to be the batboy for both the St. Louis Browns and their intracity rivals, the Cardinals, when they play at home.

Step right up and pick a winner, Bobby.

You pitch something like that at this slim, nervous, black haired, 18-year-old kid and he ducks behind a huge pile of trunks.

“And lose my job – two jobs?” he shouts.

“Listen.” he pleaded, “can’t we talk about something else? The Cubs or the Yankees, or something. I’m in an awful tight spot.”