Ray
Caldwell, the Hard Luck Pitcher
The Premier Twirler of the New York Yankees and His Checkered Career
By John J. Ward
BASEBALL MAGAZINE September 1916
Ray Caldwell is one of the greatest pitchers in the American League.
This is the almost unanimous vote of the players in that league. And what
is more unusual Caldwell is equally great as a batter and fielder. But
with all his grand gifts the Yankee twirler has not won the success he
deserves largely through the failure of his team mates to support his
fine work.
“He has one of the best curves in the business, and his fast ball
is a peach. His control is great and, above all, he has a head on his
shoulders. He is a natural ball player if there ever was one and he might
be the best all?round pitcher in the American League." This statement
was made by a man who is universally recognized as one of the greatest
pitchers on the diamond and it was directed at a lanky hurler who for
years has been the mainstay of the Yankee pitching staff, Ray Caldwell.
It isn’t always what a man does that gives him his greatest reputation.
It is rather the impression he gives of what he might have done. Caldwell,
like many other players of extraordinary ability, hasn't always made the
best possible use of his large gifts. He himself will be the first to
admit this. But no doubt the faults which he possesses were gravely exaggerated
by his misunderstandings with Frank Chance and his subsequent alignment
with the Federal .League. These incidents are a closed chapter. They are
mentioned here the better to be consigned to oblivion. Ray Caldwell was
not the only pitcher who found it difficult to get along with the Peerless
leader. Years of success followed by years of unexpected failure did not
serve to soften the autocratic temper of the old Cub manager. Caldwell
was naturally of a somewhat independent frame of mind. And friction resulted.
How much this friction may have interfered with the normal course of Caldwell's
career isn't easy to determine, but at any rate it has not been able to
obscure the latter's large abilities or his recognized worth as one of
the ablest twirlers of his league.
Ray Caldwell was born at Corydon, Pennsylvania, twenty?eight years ago.
His family removed, however, to New York, where most of the Slim one's
career has been spent. In his youth he was athletically inclined and took
a natural interest in baseball. While somewhat lanky he was tough, wiry
and strong. Above all, he had the athlete's inborn talent. And he probably
should have begun his baseball career even earlier than he did.
But Caldwell, like most of mankind, was duly impressed with the need
of making money and, having mastered the art of the telegrapher, he worked
at the task of recording dots and dashes for no less than seven seasons.
Not all his time to be sure was given up to this avocation, as he sandwiched
a considerable amount of his telegraphing experience in with his baseball
playing. But he certainly worked at the trade long enough to rank with
Cactus Cravath and whatever other ball players have also taken up the
trade which Thomas Edison made famous.
Caldwell played in not more than one or two semi?professional games for
money when he joined a small club in a small league, namely, the Butler
team, at Bath, Pennsylvania. This was in the season of 1909. The balance
of the season he was stationed at Kane, Pennsylvania.
In 1910 Caldwell started at McKeesport, but went to the New York Highlanders
later in the season for a reported sale price of $1,500.
He virtually started his major league career in 1911 when he got an even
break as a pitcher, winning 14 and losing 14 games. His best season, however,
was in 1914 when he started in brilliant form, winning 17 games and losing
8. He became dissatisfied with conditions, however, and left the club,
later signing a contract with the Buffalo Federal League team. Caldwell
was one of the really great pitchers of that season, in view of the indifferent
support frequently accorded him by a losing club. It is unfortunate that
he could not have finished the season in the same form and have demonstrated
once for all just what he could do when things were breaking right.
Caldwell did not participate in any games with the Federal League, as
he was prevented from doing so by his contract with organized baseball.
In the meantime an effort was made by the New York club to regain their
rebellious pitcher and these efforts were crowned with success, Caldwell
returning to the fold in 1915, where he did valiant service for his new
employers, Messrs. Ruppert and Huston.
Even then, however, Caldwell was robbed of the just fruits of his labors
by a succession of misfortunes enough to take the winning spirit out of
any pitcher. He won 19 games while losing 16, a very good record considering
the class of the team behind him. But his work was marred by some of the
most miserable support ever given a pitcher. At one time Caldwell pitched
for fifty-two consecutive innings wherein his teammates failed to score
a single run for him. Thus, for nearly six games Caldwell was given not
the slightest opportunity to win, for it is obvious that no pitcher who
ever lived can pull a game out of the fire when his teammates fail to
score. Nor was this his only experience of the kind. Most of his defeats
were by a one?run margin and, all in all, he was usually given the narrowest
kind of leeway and had to pitch his head off to stand any show of success
whatever.
This season Caldwell has been pursued by much the same fate. He has pitched
masterly ball throughout most of the season but he has not been a winning
pitcher. The Yanks with Caldwell in the box have much the same appearance
that Brooklyn used to show when Nap Rucker was on the slab. The great
southpaw might struggle along inning after inning, pitching grand ball,
only to have his teammates boot the game away at the finish. In Caldwell's
case the criticism hasn't been so much a lack of fielding support as it
has of run scoring and general offensive. But the one defect is certainly
as serious as the other.
The last two games he has pitched Caldwell has lost. One of them was
a typical exhibition against Detroit wherein he held the slugging Tigers
to one run. But the best his teammates could do was to hang up a dreary
succession of goose eggs on the score board.
The other game he also lost by a one-run margin. In fact, Caldwell might
well be named the hard?luck pitcher of the league. His best work has almost
invariably been marred by defective support to a degree far beyond that
to which a pitcher should be liable.
Throughout the circuit there is a unanimous opinion among American League
players that Caldwell is a great pitcher. He possesses remarkable speed,
a fine curve, good control and a keen, active baseball brain. He is at
all times a wise, as well as an able pitcher, and these qualifications
are rarely so evenly balanced. In addition, Caldwell, unlike most pitchers,
is a great all?round player as well as a brilliant twirler. He flas a
natural batting eye and is a clever fielder. So it happens that Caldwell,
a pitcher, is the pinch hitter of his club, a role which he shares with
Babe Ruth alone among modern twirlers.
When Caldwell was in the minors he was very nearly if not quite a three
hunIred hitter. He believes lie could approach this mark now if he were
played regularly, but finds it moderately hard under present conditions.
“I used to play the outfield once in a while," he says, "as
well as pitch, but in my mind it is
unwise for a twirler to try such things. There is a great difference between
the throw from the outfield and the throw from the pitcher's box. And
again, playing the outfield will interfere with a pitcher's control. The
two positions don't mix, that's all. On the other hand the pitcher isn't
the weakest hitter on the team because he has the poorest ability but
because he has the least experience. You can't go into one game in four
and hit as well as when you're getting your regular turn at the bat.
"When a pitcher begins to grow old he needs the hot weather to get
the old soup bone into shape. A young pitcher can get in there every day
and use up speed. But the veteran can't do it any more. To be sure he
has learned to save his strength but he hasn't as much energy to use up
as he once had. I don't mind the hot weather if it isn't too hot. Sometimes
in St. Louis the climate makes you wilt. But ordinarily the steamy day
is the day for the ball player.
"I think the best game I ever pitched was against the Athletics
when they were in their prime. I held them to two hits which was little
enough for that slugging crew. We were playing a double header and, after
winning the first game, I was sent into the second to finish up. I had
a pretty fair day's work of it, all in all.
"I consider that Veach, of Detroit, is about the most dangerous
batter I face year in and year out. Sam Crawford was a harder slugger
but Veach always seemed to have something on me. I had rather see Ty Cobb
or any of them at the bat than Veach."
"Caldwell has had a good deal of hard luck this season as he usually
does," said Manager Donovan, of the Yankees, "but he is still
our leading pitcher, even if the records don't show it. The mainstay pitcher
of a club has a harder road to hoe than the rest for a number of reasons.
On the whole, he has stronger opposition to face and that works both ways.
It means he has more dangerous sluggers to keep from hitting and it also
means that his teammates find it more difficult to score runs for him.
Caldwell since he is our leading pitcher has been handicapped a good deal
on this account."
Caldwell is generally known as "Slim." He is of a lanky build,
though by no means lacking strength. In fact, his six feet two and his
190 pounds of bone and muscle comprise about as wiry a frame as one will
find.
Caldwell's winter home is in Salamanca, New York, where he hunts most
of the time. He is married and has a son six years of age who will some
day be a pitcher, no doubt, like his father. If so, it is to be hoped
that he escapes some of the handicaps that have beset Ray's pitching path
to date, but it is entirely unlikely that he will excel in ability the
man who is the mainstay of the Yankees' pennant hopes.
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