Baseball’s First Indian, Louis Sockalexis:
Penobscot Legend, Cleveland Indian
By Ed Rice
To
Dad, “Brother” Mike and, especially,
to this dad’s marvelous Moptop of
a daughter, Meisha… Here’s looking at you, Kid!
In Memoriam:
Mom, Ruthe Rice, and brother, Gary Rice;
and two inspirational heroes,
Ginny DelVecchio and Terry Fox.
Copyright © 2003 by Ed Rice
Published by Tide-mark Press, Ltd.
Windsor, Connecticut
All Rights Reserved under International and Pan American Copyright Conventions
Editor: Carolyn Wilcox
Text composed by Jeanne Ryder
Library of Congress Cataloging-in-Publication Data
Rice, Ed
Baseball’s First Indian, Louis Sockalexis:
Penobscot Legend, Cleveland Indian
207 p. cm.
Includes Index
Print ISBN 1-55949-738-6 Hardcover Edition
eBook ISBN 978-1-59490-9658 eBook Edition
Library of Congress Control Number
2003103554
CONTENTS
Preface
Chapter 1 The Early Years
Chapter 2 The Holy Cross Years
Chapter 3 Short Stay at Notre Dame
Chapter 4 No Longer “Spiders” But “Indians” Now
Chapter 5 “Play Ball!” 1897
Chapter 6 Glorious Home Stand
Chapter 7 A Home Run of Legendary Proportions
Chapter 8 Fall of a Meteor
Chapter 9 A Season’s Sad End
Chapter 10 The Great Lie
Chapter 11 Good Intentions Drown
Chapter 12 The Last Whimper
Chapter 13 Rock Bottom
Chapter 14 The Last Hurrah
Chapter 15 The Final Years
Chapter 16 Death and Continuing Misconceptions
Chapter 17 Sockalexis’s Cleveland Indians
Chapter 18 Who Is An Indian?
Chapter 19 The Dreamer
Chapter 20 A Gallery of Photographs
Afterword
Acknowledgments
Notes
Bibliography
About the Author
Preface
The Abenaki Adonis…Deerfoot of the Diamond …The Red Romeo.… Those images suggest an Indian hero as powerful and fleet as he is handsome and bigger than life. Adonis and Romeo may need no introduction, but “Deerfoot” is probably Lewis Bennett (1830–1897) of the Cattaraugus Reservation in New York, who is considered the premier distance runner of the nineteenth century.
Penobscot tribesman Louis Sockalexis began his baseball career as the sort of arresting figure whose daily achievements were described in terms of hyperbole, but who remains an enigmatic figure to this day. Of such stuff, legends are made.
It is clear to me that Sockalexis is entitled to yet another title, one wrongly stripped from him. This book’s title is an attempt to reassert the place of Louis Sockalexis as the first Indian baseball player. More than eighteen years of research have reinforced my belief that this designation was unfairly taken from Louis Sockalexis and given instead to James Madison Toy, who has been the individual most frequently identified as “the first Native American to play major league baseball.”
The claim that Toy was the first Native American to play major league baseball appears to have originated in 1962, when historian Lee Allen of the Baseball Hall of Fame bestowed this distinction on Toy. Unfortunately, no reference material of any type accompanied Allen’s declaration, and close scrutiny of the claim reveals it to be based on word-of-mouth tales handed down from direct descendants. The historical Toy played baseball rather uneventfully during the two seasons of 1887 and 1890.
Even if documentation could be found (see page 30) to prove that James Madison Toy possessed Indian blood, the title that would most accurately describe him would be “the first man with a Native American background to play major league baseball.” Toy’s impressive handlebar moustache and Caucasian features (see page 179), make it very doubtful that contemporary baseball players, fans, and sportswriters knew that he possessed Indian blood—if indeed, he did. Louis Sockalexis, on the other hand, was clearly recognized as an Indian by all of his contemporaries, and was accordingly both heckled and acclaimed throughout his debut season with Cleveland in 1897. It is he who deserves recognition for being the first Native American to play major league baseball.
Louis Sockalexis also deserves to be remembered as one of the greatest collegiate baseball players of all time and as a charter member of the College of the Holy Cross’s Sports Hall of Fame, created in 1956 in Worcester, Massachusetts. Furthermore, the very participation of Louis Sockalexis as a member of the Cleveland team in 1897 inspired the nickname that the baseball franchise holds today.
That Louis Sockalexis lies buried in relative obscurity on Indian Island, Maine, beneath a monument sculpted and scripted in a manner reminiscent of the plaques honoring the legendary greats at the Baseball Hall of Fame in Cooperstown, New York, is one irony in a story replete with them. His Greek-sounding name carries a kind of irony as well. Sockalexis’s athletic accomplishments were heralded with the fanfare associated with epic heroes. Like many heroes, Sockalexis experienced dramatic triumphs, widespread adulation, and finally a wrenching fall from grace, prompted in his case by an addiction to alcohol. Ultimately he failed to achieve the greatness that his peers and sportswriters of the time attributed to him.
At his best, Sockalexis wore the mantle of hero so easily that it seems only natural that he would have served as the model for one of the most famous of fictional baseball heroes, slugger Frank Merriwell. Maine-born novelist Gilbert Patten of Corinth, writing under the pseudonym of Burt L. Standish, began producing his sporting yarns about Merriwell of Yale in 1896, paralleling perfectly Sockalexis’s spectacular exploits at the College of the Holy Cross and his meteoric rise in professional baseball. Patten had been a manager on the opposing team when Sockalexis played in a Maine summer baseball league in 1895.
It is unfortunate that Louis Sockalexis, the nephew of a Penobscot chief, was not carved from timber nearly so durable as Frank Merriwell. Yet at the height of Sockalexis’s career, comments such as the following, made by Hughie Jennings, were typical: “Louis Sockalexis had the most brilliant career of any man who ever played the game. At no time has a player crowded so many remarkable accomplishments into such a short period of time as Sockalexis. He should have been the greatest player of all times—greater than Cobb, Wagner, Lajoie, Hornsby or any of the other men who made history for the game.” John McGraw, one of baseball’s most respected managers, said, “If Sock had stayed up for five years he could well have been better than Cobb, Wagner or Ruth.”
Considering Sockalexis’s awe-inspiring collegiate exploits and his status as the man who inspired the name of a major league baseball team (Cleveland was the only professional baseball team ever nicknamed for an individual), Louis Sockalexis deserves lasting fame. Unfortunately, even in Maine the unique distinction that Sockalexis achieved has most often either gone unnoticed or been disputed.
I hope this book clarifies the record of Louis Sockalexis, explains something of his life, and helps him circle the bases and come home in a manner appropriate to a truly gifted athlete—one who might have been one of the greatest stars in the baseball firmament.
Chapter 1
The Early Years
LOUIS FRANCIS SOCKALEXIS was born on Indian Island, Maine, on October 24, 1871, the same year as the inaugural season of organized baseball in America. The reservation of the Penobscot Indian nation that settled in central Maine, Indian Island is located just across the Penobscot River from the small community of Old Town, and some thirteen miles north of what was once the booming “lumbering capital of the world”—Bangor, Maine.
Born into the Bear clan, Louis was the great-nephew of chief Tomer (Thomas) Sockalexis, who was born in 1813 and died in 1870. In 1832 Tomer was the chief of the tribe, and the Penobscots attempted to name him “chief for life.” The Maine legislature, however, told the tribe that such an action was illegal. The Penobscots switched to a tribal governorship in 1867. Joseph Attean, who was the last chief of the tribe, was elected its first tribal governor. Louis’s great-uncle Tomer Sockalexis returned to leadership as the tribal governor in 1868 and served one year. Louis’s father, Francis Peol Sockalexis, who was born in about 1841 and who served as tribal governor from 1895 to 1896, married Frances Sockabasin, also born in 1841. The couple’s first child was Louis. Apparently, several later siblings died in infancy. Louis had one surviving sister, Alice, who was six years younger. She married Thomas Pennewaite, had two daughters, and died in 1928.1
The Penobscots, members of the Wabenaki Alliance (which included the Maliseet, Micmac, and Passamaquoddy nations), had been proud and victorious warriors in an earlier day, soundly defeating the Iroquois, much feared; in fact, they were in James Fenimore Cooper’s fictional Leatherstocking Tales. Known as the “Fighters of the Six Nations,” the Iroquois were reportedly the reigning power from the Gulf of St. Lawrence to the Mississippi River, but after suffering heavy losses in their encounters with the Penobscots, they kept a respectful distance from the region that is now Maine.
Growing up on the small island reservation, “Soci” (as he was called then) attended the local school, which was run by Jesuit priests, as well as the old village chapel on Sundays. As a young boy on the island, he topped all his mates, demonstrating an exceptional blend of power and speed in such childhood games as running, jumping, and swimming. In high school, he excelled in football, track, and baseball.2 Some Penobscot sources claim that Louis was the first person from Indian Island to graduate from high school, but there are no official records.
Sockalexis was discovered by a priest, who showed inspired scouting judgment and encouraged the Indian youth to continue both his education and ball playing. This paralleled the discovery of baseball’s greatest legend, Babe Ruth. Ruth left St. Mary’s in Baltimore, Maryland, for a professional career. After attending the small school on the island and the high school in Old Town, Sockalexis left for St. Mary’s School in Van Buren at the very northern tip of Maine to continue his education and, perhaps, polish his baseball skills. It was the first of several significant steps up a long ladder the Penobscot youth would climb before reaching the professional ranks.
One of the earliest summer town teams for which Louis Sockalexis played might have been the one on Squirrel Island, just off the coast of Boothbay Harbor. Rob White, editor of the Squirrel Island Squid newspaper, wrote in July of 1994 that baseball games were played on the island as early as 1876. And in 1888, the editor of that issue of the Squid announced, with great pride, that “one of the greatest attractions here this summer will be baseball. The Island will have a nine made up of…well known players.” The island team faced rivals from Rockland, Bath, Richmond, Bowdoinham and Ocean Point.
Four days later the newspaper announced: “Louis Soclexis [sic], who has recently arrived at Squirrel from his home in Oldtown, is about 15 years of age [actually in the summer of 1888 Sock would have been 16], and is one of the most powerful pitchers the Island has seen for years. He has all the curves.” Perhaps the mystery of when and where Louis Sockalexis hurled those alleged three no-hitters has a possible solution here.
According to player Walter Emerson, reporting in the Lewiston Journal, the island had “an almost unbeatable team” in the late 1880s for two years. Emerson, the team’s first baseman, was a member of championship team at Colby College in the early 1880s, said the team consisted of “Catcher, Louis Soxalexis [sic], an Oldtown Indian who afterwards became famous as a Big League player in the outfield of the Cleveland team… [and] second base, Joe Soxalexis, another Oldtown Indian player…”
The Squid also talked about some notable female players, including one named Harriet Holden who was pitching “inshoots and drops” to “catcher Louis Sockalexis (who retired after the seventh inning, somewhat the worse for wear).” While several players were credited with “parking at least one ball on to the library steps” outside the field’s dimensions, Rob White commented, in a letter to the author, that an island veteran showed him areas where Louis “had hit balls beyond the library” and on to the more distant tennis courts.
After two semesters at St. Mary’s he inadvertently auditioned for the next rung while playing a game in Orono against a town team from Houlton. The Houlton club was made up mostly of young men attending Ricker Classical Institute in that northern Maine town. The club was coached by a Prof. L. W. Felch, a physical education director at the school. So impressive was Sockalexis’s performance that, following the game, Felch and many of the Houlton players gathered around him, urging the talented athlete to come to Ricker to play during summers for the Houlton team. An added inducement was that the Houlton players were paid. Sockalexis liked the arrangement, and in 1890 he entered the school and joined the team, making his home with a family in Houlton.
A puzzling aspect of the early Sockalexis story emerges here: that he was able to maintain his amateur status, allowing him to play college baseball, while accepting pay for playing in several prominent summer leagues over the next several years. A number of college players used fake names and played for pay in leagues both in Maine and around New England. Yet Sockalexis, who was notable both for his race and his stellar play, always played under his own name, and in any case, no form of deceit would have been likely to protect his identity.
The Houlton town team was a member of the Maine–New Hampshire League. Sockalexis joined as a pitcher, and in his first season the team won 26 of 28 games and captured the league title. Olen B. Rideout was Houlton’s first baseman (his brother, Percy, was the catcher). He once recounted how a disenchanted teammate, pitcher Horace Newenham, had said that he “would go down state and pick up college players and bring them back to Houlton to beat us. He got the players all right, but they didn’t beat us.” Sockalexis, of course, was what made the difference, but he had to outwit the cagey Newenham. Rideout recalled how the hurler “knew just how to pitch to each of us, [but] would not throw a strike to Soc.” Avoiding any possible damage Sockalexis might do on his own, Newenham walked him on his first three appearances at the plate and then successfully retired the other Houlton batters. As Sockalexis prepared for his fourth at bat, Rideout remembered the slugger determinedly telling his teammates: “Let him pass me again, and I will score.” Sockalexis was as good as his word. Newenham, again, deliberately walked him. Sockalexis successively stole second base, third, and home to score. Rideout reminisced: “He would run like a deer and then slide the remaining distance. On his run from third to home, he knocked the catcher flying, and also the ball. We won the game, 1–0.”3
As extraordinary as they were, Sockalexis’s speed and batting prowess never quite reached the legendary descriptions prompted by displays of his throwing arm. Even when Sockalexis was a high school youth, the strength of that right arm brought many challenges and provided many exhibitions. Purportedly, Sockalexis could throw a baseball more than 600 feet, from Indian Island across the Penobscot River to his father, waiting to make the catch on the Old Town side. At fair time in nearby Bangor, according to first cousin Henry Mitchell, Sockalexis would throw a baseball over the length of the grandstand and over the top of the towering flag pole at the fairgrounds, or he would amuse patrons by having an easy game of catch across the width of the racetrack oval with his father—all, of course, throws of prodigious length.4
Some of the stories, still occasionally printed, are clearly out of line with reality, such as the tales of Sockalexis batting or throwing a baseball the length or width of several-miles-long Indian Island. Author Salisbury, visiting Indian Island in 1982, related a throwing tale that even one of Sockalexis’s kinsmen could not swallow. Salisbury interviewed the then eighty-eight-year-old host at the tribe’s historical society office, a Miss Violet, who told him that Sockalexis “was reputed to have thrown a ball from Oak Hill on Indian Island that hit the smokestack of the Jordan Lumber Mill. Miss Violet thought ‘Louie’ might have ranked with Babe Ruth if he hadn’t been a drinker, but doubted he threw a ball from Oak Hill to the lumber company, because it is a distance of 4,000 feet.”5
Still, a great many stories, by self-professed eyewitnesses, about Superman-like throws, endure. At Maine’s nationally famous Poland Spring resort, reportedly on a dollar bet, Sockalexis is said to have successfully thrown a ball over the tower of Hiram Ricker’s Hotel. Olen Rideout, too, recalled that “Soc performed many feats with a baseball—such as standing on the home plate of the Ricker grounds [in Houlton] and throwing the ball out of the field, over two rows of houses across Heywood Street, where we lived, so my brother could catch the ball in our yard.”6
Another summer town team for which Louis played was the Hutchins Sasparilla of Augusta. According to Robert E. Foye of Sidney, Maine, he and Joe Sockalexis were members of the 1893 club that also featured Foye’s grandfather, Orville Brown, the club’s first baseman. A photograph of the team, sent to the author by Foye, shows a youthful Sock sprawled on the ground in front of a couple of rows of teammates, holding what appears to be a catcher’s mitt. On the back of the portrait Louis Sockalexis is, again, identified as the team’s catcher and his relative, Joe Sockalexis, is seated right behind him in the first row and is listed as the club’s second baseman.
After playing in Houlton for two summers, Sockalexis first played with a stellar town team representing the Poland Spring House, in 1894, and then played that same summer for the Warren team in Maine’s Knox County League, a popular coastal league featuring town teams from Rockland, Camden, and Warren. Mike “Doc” Powers, a collegiate star with Holy Cross, had done the catching for both the Poland Spring and Warren clubs, and what he saw of Sockalexis impressed him greatly.
In this league populated largely by talented college players, young Sockalexis’s play first became the stuff of storybook legend. For it was in the Knox County League that he was observed by Gilbert Patten, the manager of the Camden team who went on to pen a series of very famous baseball stories for young boys. Indeed, Sockalexis is considered by several reputable sources as the real-life role model for one of the most famous of fictional baseball players, superhero Frank Merriwell. Patten was born in Corinna (just outside Bangor) in 1866 and wrote under the pseudonym of Burt L. Standish. He began writing his sporting yarns about the fictitious Merriwell of Yale in 1896, paralleling perfectly the zenith of Sockalexis’s Holy Cross exploits and his meteoric rise in professional baseball. Patten wrote the adventures of Frank and brother, Dick Merriwell, for eighteen years. The stories were published in Tip Top Weekly, a magazine for boys that flourished before World War I. According to the Maine History Gallery, Patten’s lifework sold more than 125 million copies. His much-beloved Merriwell adventures delighted readers for decades, telling of the last-minute heroics of a genial, well-meaning athlete with a knack for doing everything imaginable right. Baseball historian Harry Grayson, in his 1944 tome, They Played the Game (a book of thumbnail sketches describing more than fifty of baseball’s greatest players to that date), specifically made the link, noting that Patten was managing one of the clubs in this Maine league at the same time Sockalexis was routinely winning games single-handedly in the summer circuit. Grayson wrote, “While playing with the college men in the Knox County League in Maine, Sockalexis inspired the manager of one of the clubs to create the immortal Frank Merriwell under the pen name of Burt L. Standish.”7 Powers was also a baseball captain at Holy Cross College and, following the summer league season in 1894, he persuaded Sockalexis to come with him to Worcester, Massachusetts, to play with his college team.
A legendary player inspires stories of legendary feats, some less plausible than others. Consider this one: Sockalexis’s father—said to have enjoyed long-range games of catch with his son—was reportedly angered when Louis became so engrossed in the sport of the white man that he threatened to leave the tribe. So upset was the father that he embarked upon a Herculean canoe journey, down the Penobscot River to the sea and along the Atlantic coast until he came to Washington, D.C. There, he hoped to visit President Grover Cleveland and to procure the papers that would allow the Penobscots to forsake their tribal governorship and return to being governed by a chief. He would thus be able to make his waywardly heading son, Louis, chief of the Penobscot nation and circumvent any notions of his leaving the area to play baseball. According to writer Frederick John, “This was the last desperate move by the elder Sockalexis to bind his son to the tribe, to make the call of the woods stronger than the call of the diamond. When the father returned from his long canoe trip, he found that his son had already departed.”8
Writer Dick O’Donnell also offered a version of the story, a tale that surfaced in several publications after the turn of the century, again at the time of Sockalexis’s death in 1913 and still again at the time of a rededication at his gravesite in 1934. O’Donnell’s detailed story went this way: On a chilly June morning, at sunrise, Francis Sockalexis departed, determined to end his son’s “fascination” for “a child’s game played with sticks and balls.”9 He built a tiny birch bark canoe, approximately six feet in length. It took four days to travel ninety miles down the Penobscot River to the Atlantic Ocean. His progress was slowed because of dangerous rapids, and often he was required to leave the water and carry the canoe over land. Then came the Atlantic Ocean. The tribal leader quickly discovered it was safer out on the lonely ocean away from the shore. On Sockalexis’s first day on the ocean, tidal waters kept pulling his canoe toward the shore, where dangerous rocks waited. He paddled farther away from land. And every day, just before twilight, the Penobscot would head back to the shore. Once there, he checked the underside of his canoe and repaired any damage caused by saltwater eating away at the bottom of the little craft. Then he cooked the food he had available and spent the night on the beach. He was able to do some fishing while on the ocean.
Finally, the Penobscot tribal leader arrived at Buzzards Bay on Cape Cod, where President Cleveland had a summer home, during the middle of July. His hopes, O’Donnell noted, “were smashed” when he went to “Grey Gables,” where the president spent his summers. Sockalexis was told that President Cleveland had returned to Washington, D.C. Three days later, after repairing his canoe and buying supplies, the undaunted elder Sockalexis was back on the open seas again, bound for Washington.
The tribal leader did not reach the nation’s first city until the middle of August. His canoe trip had covered 700 miles and had taken almost two months. Alas, there was more unhappiness for him when he knocked on the front door of the White House. President Cleveland was in the South on political business. The canoe paddler was obviously sick of the Atlantic, but he was not the type of person who was easily defeated. He decided to rest for a few days and then head for Florida, where Cleveland was scheduled to be two weeks later. By then, Sockalexis’s epic sea journey in a canoe had been given a great deal of space in the press. Members of the Maine congressional delegation arranged lodging for him and made certain that his name was at the top of Cleveland’s appointment list, when the latter returned to Washington. They also chipped in and bought him a return train ticket back home, shipping his canoe to the reservation. Early in September, the great day arrived. “The chief [sic], dressed in his finest tribal outfit, and wearing a magnificent feathered headpiece, went to visit the President of the United States.” Again, O’Donnell gives us the purported conversation.
“Mr. President, it is not right for my son to spend his time playing this child’s game,” said Sockalexis. “He will not listen to me, but if you speak, he will obey you.” (O’Donnell then interjects a curious thought: “Even if down deep in his heart, Cleveland had been willing to help the father, his political wisdom would have overruled him. After all, baseball was the national pastime.”)
The president reported, “I am sorry Chief [sic], but I am unable to help you. I do not have the authority to order your son not to play baseball. Even if I did, it would be wrong of me to issue such an order.”
O’Donnell’s account concludes: “The two leaders spent a friendly hour together discussing many subjects, including life on an Indian reservation. Perhaps others might have been cheered by such a happy visit with the leader of the nation. Not Chief [sic] Sockalexis. He was broken-hearted. The president had been unwilling to help him. His son Louis was free to play baseball.”10
It is not possible to verify that such a trip or meeting with President Cleveland took place, yet the story should not be dismissed entirely as myth. To do so is to think purely with a white man’s sensibilities. The Penobscots, then and now, celebrate a long tradition as runners and canoeists and make trips of marathon proportions. Today, these trips include teams of Penobscots traveling to the far reaches of North America for weeks’ long canoeing trips in wilderness areas and the sacred 100-mile run, from the reservation on the Penobscot River outside Old Town, up to Mount Katahdin, undertaken annually in late August.
Chapter 2
The Holy Cross Years
SOCKALEXIS WAS an immediate sensation at Holy Cross, although he attended the school for only a little more than two years and never graduated. The athletic record he established in several sports was so notable, however, that Sockalexis topped the list of candidates as the earliest of the charter members named when Holy Cross initiated an athletic hall of fame in 1956. He joined such standouts as Bob Cousy, Bill Osmanski, Willie Turness, Jack Barry, and Andy Kelly as the greatest names in the school’s athletic history to that time.
According to author Luke Salisbury, “College baseball was more important in the 1890s than in this century.” He noted that colleges recruited baseball players back then the way they do football players now. Salisbury listed the best teams in the country as Brown University in Providence and Holy Cross in Worcester, Massachusetts.1
Sockalexis’s obituary in the Bangor Daily News said of the period: “Worcester went mad about him and immense crowds flocked to the little school on Mount St. James to see him.… He played in a time when college teams were truly great…including ‘Billy’ Lander, Bustard and Fultz of Brown; Carter and Greenway of Yale; ‘Doc’ White and Buck of Georgetown; Powers, Curley, Sox, McTigue, and Pappalau of Holy Cross, and Highlands and Scannel of Harvard, and even then experts universally proclaimed him the greatest college ball player of all time.”2
Writing many years after the fact, some journalists claimed that Sockalexis was a star pitcher for Holy Cross when he was not playing the outfield and credited him with pitching a number of shutouts, including three no-hitters. There are, however, no Holy Cross records or collegiate box scores to substantiate those claims.
Even these legendary pitching feats would be eclipsed by Sockalexis’s performances in hitting, base running, and fielding. In an exhibition game on April 10, 1895, his first appearance in a Holy Cross uniform, the Worcester Telegram reported that he had two hits and stole three bases in a 5–2 victory over the neighboring Sacred Heart Lyceums of South Worcester.3 In his first official game at Holy Cross, he reportedly hit three triples against the Springfield Eastern League entry and pitcher Jimmy Callahan, later a standout big-league player who eventually managed the Chicago White Sox.
Then, in games against what was considered to be Brown University’s greatest team to that date, Sockalexis recorded two home runs, two doubles, and six stolen bases. One of the home runs was a titanic smash, where the ball cleared the field and crashed through a window of the Brown University Baptist Chapel.
Topping even that blow, however, was the special story behind his extraordinary feat of stealing six bases in a nine-inning game in the first home contest of the season at Worcester on April 19. Early in the game, the Holy Cross second baseman, a standout player named Walter Curley, injured himself reaching first base. Following the rules of the game as played then, the Brown University captain was allowed to select a player from the Holy Cross contingent to run for Curley. According to one often-repeated account of the game, the Brown captain selected the “lazy looking Indian who was lying on the ground near the baselines”; Sockalexis subsequently stole four bases running for the impaired Curley, and two more running for himself.4
The Worcester Telegram account for April 20, 1895, read a little differently, suggesting that Holy Cross had selected the replacement runner and that Brown had merely agreed. The Telegram reported that a crowd of about 3,000 people turned out for Holy Cross’s first home game of the season on its “hill grounds” and left “satisfied that Holy Cross has a team which is capable of sustaining the reputation of the college on the diamond.” Sockalexis was declared an immediate success: “The Indian, Sockalexis, was the hero of the game. He plays from the time the pitcher handles the sphere until the last out ends the game. The Browns were easy, Curley was lame, and the visitors were asked if Sockalexis could run for him. They assented. Sockalexis stole four bases for Curley and two for himself.”5
Curley, injured before the game had started, was the second batter to hit in the first inning and reached first base when he was hit by a pitch: “Curley allowed an out drop to hit him and went to first. Sockalexis ran for him. He went down [stole second base] on the first ball.” Browns pitcher Robinson struck out W. J. Fox. On the third strike to Fox, Sockalexis “went down” to third and this second steal of the inning resulted in a run: Third baseman “Lowney was way off the base and [Browns catcher] Lang threw wild, Sockalexis scoring.” Sockalexis had only one hit, a double, in the game.6
Holy Cross clobbered Brown 13–4. The Holy Cross team had Powers as its catcher, with Jack Pappalau and Bill Maroney as principal pitchers. The infield featured “Long” John McTigue at first base, Curley at second base, Big Bill Fox at third base, and Little Bill Fox at shortstop. Joining Sockalexis in the outfield were Bickford, Gaffney, and Kelly. Five of these Holy Cross players made it to the major leagues. Besides Sockalexis, they included Powers, Pappalau, Curley, and William H. Fox. Writing in a 1936 issue of the publication The Holy Cross Purple, John T. Parpal exalted:
In those far days, even as today, Holy Cross was second to none in baseball. Every year the cream of the country’s clubs, semi-pro and collegiate, went down to defeat before the Crusaders. But it was with Sockalexis that real baseball glory came. . . . Crowds flocked to see his marvelous playing, and they never went away disappointed, for the Indian was forever doing the unexpected, whether it was driving the ball up the bank onto Linden Lane, or racing up the same bank, catching a fly, and then completing a double play. When, in 1895, with Sockalexis in center field, Holy Cross defeated Harvard for the first time, 1800 people saw the game, a record for that day.7
That embankment was in left field, the position Sockalexis primarily played during his first season at Holy Cross. In a “prospects” story written about the 1896 team, this description accompanied Sockalexis:
First and foremost among the returnees and of himself no small drawing card is Louis Sockalexis, the Indian, who played left garden last year. As is well known, left field is probably the hardest position to play on the Holy Cross grounds, as it includes a high embankment, and it is next to impossible to get a ball when running up a side hill. Sockalexis is a sprinter of no mean ability, and an accurate thrower, and in order to give him an opportunity to cover more ground than he did last year, he will probably be placed in centre field, while whoever plays left field will probably be placed farther over towards the left, Sockalexis being depended upon to cover some of that ground which it usually falls upon the lot of the left fielder to look after.8
It was in another Harvard game played at the Crimson home field that he made his so-called “lightning throw.” A ball was hit out of the playing field, which had no fence, beyond some trees and onto a tennis court, where Sockalexis was finally able to race it down. The Worcester newspaper account stated that he “was after the ball in a flash, and made a lightning throw, directly into the pitcher’s box, reducing a home run to a triple.” The throw was ensured legendary status when, after the game, two Harvard professors measured the distance at a whopping 414 feet and declared that Sockalexis had established a “world’s throwing record of 138 yards.”9
According to writer Francis W. Hatch, Sockalexis’s opponents were no less awed by his feats. Hatch wrote that Lewis Perry, a longtime headmaster at Phillips Exeter Academy, had told him of a game that Perry had played in Worcester in 1896 as a member of the Williams College team. “Sockalexis hit a ball on the line over the center fielder’s head and was across the plate before the fielder had caught up with the rolling ball.” Hatch continued, “Perry said it was murder for a man to try to score from second on any outfield single that Soc could get his hands on. His throw to the plate was so swift and accurate that the runner found the catcher, ball in hand, daring him to slide in. Soc never made a bouncing throw to the catcher. His were always special deliveries on the line.”10
Sockalexis made yet another celebrated throw. Edward A. Dineen, class of 1920, recalled that Sockalexis’s career was “replete with wonderful bullet-like throws to the plate.” One of “the most remarkable instances,” he said, came against the champion Springfield club of the New England League. In the sixth inning, with one man out and a Springfield runner on third base, the batter hit what looked like a certain home run. Sockalexis, playing center field,
took one look at the ball and turning around sprinted madly for the fence. Looking over his shoulder he saw the ball coming and thrusting his gloved hand in the air caught the spheroid just as it was about to go over the fence. It was a marvelous catch, but the throw was even more amazing. As the runner on third started for the plate “Sock” threw straight as an arrow to the Purple catcher. Powers, standing on home, received the ball not two inches from the ground, just as the Springfield man from third base was sliding into the plate. All “Doc” did was tag the runner with the ball. It was by far the prettiest play of the game.11
It turned out to be a very pivotal play as Holy Cross narrowly won 3–2.
Robert Smith wrote that the legend of Sockalexis’s throwing developed not only from game situations but from more throwing exhibitions: “There has never been a stronger throwing arm in the professional leagues than Louis Sockalexis owned.” According to Smith, while Sockalexis was touring with the Holy Cross team, he frequently gave throwing exhibitions before games. Sockalexis “would stand in deep center field and hurl the ball in to the catcher, straight and fast as if he had pitched it from the mound, and high enough to be called a strike.”12
Even the staunchest Holy Cross supporters, however, found the stories of some of Sockalexis’s feats a little too much to swallow. On the occasion of Sockalexis being named as one of the charter members of the Worcester college’s athletic hall of fame, Catholic Free Press columnist Gus Cervini turned his thumb down on one of two claims about Sock’s fielding prowess. In his “Sports Chatter” column for January 27, 1956, Cervini called purely fictional a catch Sockalexis made in the top of the ninth inning to save a victory against Boston College at Holy Cross’s Fitton Field by diving into a river adjacent to the field and swimming to the opposite shore.
The setup for this story went as follows: With two runs already in, the bases still loaded, and only one run more needed to tie the game, the Boston College team had a tiring Holy Cross pitcher on the ropes. There were two outs, but the Boston College batter had a three-ball and two-strike count, and the Holy Cross pitcher had little choice but to be absolutely sure he put the ball across the plate, lest he walk in the run that would tie the game.13
Cervini related that the pitcher “summoned up all his waning strength, and put everything he had on the next pitch. The crack of the bat was solid enough to sink the hearts of all the Purple rooters. The white pellet sailed for deep left field, where Sockalexis was playing. The Indian raced to the edge of the Blackstone, looked up, then plunged into the creek, swam to the other bank, reached up and hauled in the ball to save the game.”14 Worcester Telegram writer Burt Whitman, writing in April 9, 1951, agreed “the yarn” was not to be taken seriously at all. Whitman simply noted that in the days Sockalexis played, the Holy Cross team played baseball not on Fitton Field, but on a field “high on the hill, on a terrace far from the river.”15
Even the legendary moment that columnist Cervini wants to claim as factual does not square with the Holy Cross record book. Cervini, quoting a story told to him by a former Holy Cross baseball coach named Pat Carney, described a game between Harvard and Holy Cross at the Purple’s home field. According to this legend, Harvard had arrived to play the game with the bare minimum of nine players. Around the sixth inning, the Harvard shortstop injured himself and had to come out of the contest. The center fielder came in to play shortstop, but that still left Harvard short an outfielder. Harvard asked for the loan of a player, and Carney supposedly responded by giving them Sockalexis to play center field. Then, in the ninth inning, with Harvard ahead by just one run, Holy Cross put runners on second and third, with two outs and “a big hitter” coming up to bat. Cervini wrote: “The game was in the bag as the Purple batter bashed the first pitch to deep center. It was a sure triple. But the speedy Holy Cross man playing for Harvard turned his back at the crack of the bat, raced for the football field and made one of the most spectacular catches ever recorded in the record books to win the game for Harvard.”16
There are several problems with Carney’s story. Again, it is claimed that Sockalexis played at Fitton Field. Carney may well have been the coach, although he is not listed in the Holy Cross records. Both Jesse Burkett and James “Chippy” McGarr presumably stopped coaching the team around mid March to join spring training and play professional ball in Cleveland. Both Burkett and McGarr were Worcester residents and members of the Spiders, suggesting an obvious link to Sockalexis and his signing a Cleveland contract. McGarr, a third baseman, was replaced in Cleveland by Bobby Wallace in 1897, the year Sockalexis broke into the major leagues. Therefore, Carney could have been the coach of the team. More revealing is the Holy Cross record against Harvard in 1895. Holy Cross beat Harvard 4–3 in the first meeting of the season, on April 30 at Cambridge. Then, in the second and last meeting of the two teams, on the home field at Holy Cross on May 15, the outcome was a Holy Cross 7–1 victory. In Sockalexis’s second and last season at Holy Cross, in 1896, the two teams did not meet.
In his first season playing baseball at Holy Cross, Louis Sockalexis hit a hefty .436 with 3 home runs, 11 triples, and 9 doubles. In 1896 he hit .444 in 26 games, with 56 hits in 126 at bats, and made another memorable visit to Brown University, where he reportedly inflicted more property damage, this time slugging a grand slam home run that supposedly broke a fourth-story dormitory window beyond the outfield. From his position in center field, he threw out nine runners. An advertisement for a game in 1896 read: “Don’t miss seeing Sockalexis…baseball’s heaviest hitter and the fastest base runner in the country.”17 To this day, according to the Holy Cross Sports Information Department, Sockalexis has been a member of every Holy Cross All-Time Baseball Team, no matter who has done the choosing.
Following the Holy Cross 1895 baseball season, Sockalexis joined college teammates Powers and Curley for another season of summer baseball, playing with the Warren town team in Maine’s Knox County League. Sockalexis was apparently much in demand for summer baseball. Before signing to play in Warren again, he was targeted by the New England League. According to an article about the 1895 league in the Rockland, Maine, Courier-Gazette, for June 18, 1970: “Sockalexis is a man much wanted by the New England league teams. He is an awful slugger, sure catch, is as fleet as a deer, and can throw as straight and as far as a new fashioned rifle. . . . A six-footer, Sock was a murderous left-handed batter, and could really fire the ball from the deepest point in any park.”18 Sockalexis played center field in the summer league, and when he returned to Holy Cross for his second baseball season, he played center field for the Purple. Although he played for only one game, the New England League got its man after the Warren season concluded. After sitting on the team’s bench and watching the Lewiston club play a contest in Bangor, Maine, in early September, Sockalexis agreed to play in the final game of the year for Lewiston’s coach, Garrity.
On Saturday, September 7, 1895, Sockalexis played center field and batted fifth in what the Bangor Commercial touted as the league’s “best game of the year” at the city’s Maplewood Park. Sockalexis and Lewiston probably felt very differently: For the Bangor club, entering the ninth inning losing 7–4, exploded for six runs to win the game before a crowd of better than 600 fans. The Commercial said, “Sockalexis’s playing in the centre garden was worth going a long distance to see.” In one instance, Sockalexis tracked down a long drive, caught it, and then “made a wonderful throw” to the plate that narrowly missed catching a man who had tagged at third and was attempting to score on the play. His presence certainly could not have pleased Tom O’Brien of the Bangor team: O’Brien’s “hit was one of the longest ever seen on the grounds and it would have easily been good for a home run but Sockalexis made a wonderful catch.” The official statistics for the New England League record that, in his one game for the 1895 season, Sockalexis had one hit, a double, in four at bats, scored a run, and made three put-outs. After the Saturday contest, Sockalexis played for the Bangor team in a benefit game on Monday, September 9. He performed in a throwing exhibition (the distance recorded, 129 yards, 9 inches, “failed to break his own record”) before returning to Holy Cross for another season in 1896.19
Yet Sockalexis’s legend at Holy Cross was built on far more than baseball. The first mention of his name in athletic competition at the school came on December 11, 1894, when he finished second in the 40-yard dash, during the first indoor track meet ever held at Holy Cross. As a freshman, he won five out of the six track events he entered at a meet held at the old Worcester Oval. The wins included the 50-yard and 100-yard dashes (the latter won in 10 and 2/5 seconds), the broad jump (for which he held the school record for many years, with a leap of 21 feet, 3 inches), the hop-skip-and-jump in almost 41 feet, and the baseball throw, with a toss of 126 yards. According to Holy Cross student Dineen, Sockalexis “astounded the students and enthusiasts of the national game by throwing a baseball a distance of 409 feet, a world’s record which stood for years”—and just a little short of his unofficial “lightning throw” of 414 feet.20 A number of accounts claim various distances as the greatest throw by Sockalexis. Supposedly, on a challenge at Poland Spring in 1894, he threw the ball 137 yards, or 408 feet, but since the throw was not made under certifiable conditions, it was not counted as a new world record. The accepted record, during that time, was a throw by John Hatfield of 133 yards, 1 foot, and 7½ inches recorded in Brooklyn on October 15, 1872. While at Holy Cross, Sockalexis had a documented, official throw of 393 feet, 8 inches, which established a new national amateur record and “official” boasting rights as “the best arm in college baseball.”
Several sources claim he could run 100 yards in ten seconds flat, even in his baseball uniform. Sockalexis regularly competed in three events in track at Holy Cross: the 40-yard dash, the mile relay, and the hop, skip, and jump; he was a consistent point scorer. He arrived at the school at a time when both indoor and outdoor track were particularly popular in New England. Holy Cross fielded an especially strong mile relay team; Sockalexis ran the third leg on a championship relay team.
His obituary in the Bangor Daily News claimed:
Sockalexis was likewise brilliant in all lines of sport, especially in track athletics, where he ran all distances with equal facility. “Tommy” Connoff, the world’s champion mile runner, was a student at Holy Cross in those days, and often was hard pressed for his honors by the swift footed Indian. In competition the young redskin ran the “hundred” in ten seconds flat, and “Bernie” Wefers, then in his prime, declared that Sockalexis would surpass him if he gave his time to the sport. But Sockalexis loved baseball too well to care much about other pastimes.21
Yet when Holy Cross fielded its first football eleven in 1896 to play Worcester Polytech, Sockalexis was a charter member of the team and subsequently a standout. Writer Dick Dooley recounted some of Sockalexis’s feats on the gridiron, even though his career was limited to the one six-game season played by Holy Cross in its inaugural football year. Dooley cited a Worcester Telegram assessment of the team on December 8, 1896, that named Sockalexis “the speediest man on the team” and a “sure and hard tackler. His sprinting abilities when coupled with the good work he is capable of putting up in other branches of the game, makes him one of the most valuable players at the college.”22
Since it was the inaugural season of the sport of football at the school, the Worcester Telegram reported that almost everyone who played was new, or “green,” to the game—everyone except a man from Bangor, Maine, the home area of Sockalexis. Edward Hixon had been the team captain and played three years of football as a fullback at Bangor High School. Hixon, according to that December Worcester Telegram article, “came to Holy Cross with a wide football reputation acquired in Maine.” He was “the only player on the team who could follow the lines of the opposing team.” By the end of that first season, Hixon had distinguished himself so much that “his playing was far superior to any of the other players.”23 Hixon was elected captain of the team for the next season. In the team photo, Maine residents Hixon and Sockalexis stood side by side in the back row.
Holy Cross lost its first game, Dooley reported, by a score of 10–0, “but the game had its moments. Sockalexis, whose knowledge of football at the time was minimal, succeeded in getting thrown out of the contest early in the second half. Unfortunately, it was never explained just what the big Indian did to incur official displeasure.” He was ruled off for “unfair playing,” about which Dooley commented, “In those days, the infraction could have been just about anything from chewing someone’s ear to tying a knot in someone else’s leg.” As for the contest itself, “The game was not wholly free from objectionable features, but the slugging and other unfair features were few.” Dooley also mentioned that it required the “best efforts of mounted police to restrain excited fans from interfering with the players during the course of the game.”24