Wednesday, September 4, 1946

                 W  L  Pct GB
Wenatchee ..... 86 52 .623 —
Salem ......... 77 60 .562 8½
Bremerton ..... 70 61 .534 12½
Tacoma ........ 72 66 .522 14
Yakima ........ 68 67 .504 16½
Vancouver ..... 62 70 .470 22
Spokane ....... 54 74 .422 27
Victoria ...... 48 87 .356 36½

VANCOUVER, Sept. 4—The youngest playing manager on the Pacific Coast, 24-year-old Bill Brenner, of the Vancouver Capilanos Baseball Club, was honoured tonight by fans and officials of the Western International League here, showering gifts on him in the fifth inning of tonight's game with Tacoma.
Brenner, who had given the Caps nothing but good performances, was the receipient of gifts from owner Bob Brown, sports writers, the president of the ball club and others. Mrs. Brenner was presented with a bouquet from her husband's Capilano mates.
The young manager, who hails from Olympia, Wash., has given Vancouver 20 wins out of 24 starts.
Vancouver jumped on 17-year-old Richie Colombo early, and chased him after he got only one out. He was credited with six earned runs on four hits and two walks, as Vancouver scored eight times in the first inning. The final two runs came off Bob Hedington, who gave up two more in the seventh inning. All four were unearned.
Only one of Vancouver's eight hits of the night went for extra bases - a double by Brenner.
Tacoma picked up four runs in the third inning thanks mainly to a three-run homer by Bob Joratz. Hedington homered in the fifth and Peterson smacked a two run shot in the ninth as the Tigers ended the game with two runners stranded.
Tacoma ............. 004 010 002— 7 11 6
Vancouver ......... 800 000 20x—10 8 0
Colombo, Hedington (1) and Kemper; Snyder and Brenner.

VICTORIA, Sept. 4—The Victoria A's pounced on Clarence 'Beak' Federmeyer for five first-inning runs, but came out on the losing end of a 19-10 Western International League game with the Bremerton Bluejackets in the B.C. capital on Wednesday night.
Bremerton started to roll in the second and scored in every inning afterward.
Bean Marionetti clouted a grand-slam home run in the fourth to highlight Victoria's second five-run rally and give them a momentary 10-6 lead. The winners tied it in the fifth and consistently added to their total in the last four frames, while Federmeyer tightened up to hurl shutout ball the rest of the way.
Big Bill Barisoff clouted his 39th and 40th homers for the Jackets and added to his runs-batted-in total with seven. Marionetti drove in six runs for the Athletics, while Frank Plouf brought in four for the Tars with three singles. Frank Volpi had four of Bremerton's 18 hits.
Bremerton ......... 013 242 223—19 18 0
Victoria ............ 500 500 000—10 9 7
Federmeyer and Volpi: Chappetta, Blankenship (3), Carpenter, (6) and Paulson, Stumpf and Cherry.

Spokane ............ 240 010 000— 7 10 1
Wenatchee ........ 031 140 03x—12 18 5
Hallbourg and Varrelman; Condon and Sady.

Salem ............. 200 000 000— 2 8 5
Yakima ........... 000 902 20x—13 12 1
Wyatt, Kowalski (4), Fallin (4), Hess (8) and Salmon; Romple and Gibb.

ON THE SUNBEAM
By ALF COTTRELL, Sports Editor
[Vancouver Sun, Sept. 5, 1946]

While Alf Cottrell, regular keeper of this corner, sojourns in distant places on a two-week vacation, guest columnists will provide the daily fare. Today REGGIE CLARKSON, talented young centre-fielder for the baseballing Vancouver Capilanos, tries his hand with the pen.
Reg Debuts in Pro Society
As the baseball season draws to a close and I reminisce about the past summer, I realize my first year in pro-ball has been a real experience.
However, I didn’t realize that while that Cottrell cad has a good time doing nothing, that the finger would be put on me to reminisce in public.
But that’s how it goes.
My pro baseball career began on April 4, 1946—which, if you are still with me, isn’t very long ago. It was the Planters Hotel in Sunnyside, Washington, for me and a spot of spring training with the WIL’s Caps.
The first fellow I met was Watts Gulan, which may have been my biggest mistake.
I roomed with Gulan in Sunnyside and never did get it straight why I was there. Though I admit the first intention was to get in a few practise licks with a bat and ball I was later led to believe this was a rehearsal for some sort of pantomime. This Gulan—or if you will “The Nose”—is terrific.
I also met Earl Silverthorne who had a strong claim staked for centre-field. He wasn’t very worried about my meagre reputation and as I look back, I can’t say as I blame him.
It’s Great to Have Friends
With the opening of the playing season, my friendship with Bob Brown finally paid off and I was allowed to sit on the Cap bench instead of being sent to Boise in the Pioneer League. There were six outfielders on the team and my chances of making the “varsity” seemed rather slender.
Then things took a different light. By the end of the month I was playing regularly, doing very well and thinking that baseball was a cinch, which is a mistake all of us young fellows make.
No matter what a fan thinks the score is on the diamond, it’s still the club-house where the games are won and lost. It’s there where these managerial strokes of genius are discovered, where intimate friend are made and where the best chuckles are heard.
Foremost among the clubhouse personalities is Watts Gulan—that little man again. Watts is affectionately called the “Horn.” The ball players will still argue that when Watts hit a high inside pitch over the left fence, he didn’t use a bat, but, instead his nose.
‘Twill Be a Long, Hard Pull
Watts is always good for a laugh, and more than once during this season he has pulled out a little spark from a bunch of buddies who were all but down and out.
Pete Jonas, who has since deserted out scenery, is another high ranking member in the club of the ridiculed. Bill Wright claims that it is for hairless heads like Pete’s that w wear Caps. Otherwise the woodpeckers wouldn’t stay away.
Bill Brenner, our likeable manager, has had nothing but praise for his work and so it should be. I don’t like to be any different but I think Bill takes the game a little too seriously when he fines a lowly paid outfielder ten bucks for being a little late.
(ED. NOTE: Reg was fined the tenner when he arrived after the first game of the Victoria series had started. He caught the wrong boat.)
Bob Brown, the general boss of the Caps, has received his share of criticism from the ball players. He has the unfortunate job of balancing the budget, but to our knowledge it hasn’t tipped over yet.
Which reminds me. Bob was telling me the other day that the Brooklyn Dodgers had made a bid for my contract. Now I have to choose between baseball and dentistry as a career.
It’s going to be a long, hard pull.