1926 Cardinals

WHO WILL MANAGE THE BROWNS? One intriguing possibility: Bill Killefer, a coach of the WORLD CHAMPION CARDINALS! Asked about Killefer, Ball replied, "Why, he's coach of the Cardinals, isn't he?" For now, the Browns' managerial future remains a mystery

The former Michigan star joined the Browns in 1915 & became one of the game's greatest batsmen. In 1922, he hit an astonishing .420 & stole 51 bases! Sinus trouble cost him the entire 1923 season, but he returned to the diamond & eventually resumed his duties as player-manager.

Sisler, 33, took the news calmly. "I don't know what I'll do," he said with a smile. His contract has expired, but he remains Browns property. Asked whether he'd continue playing first base under a new manager, Sisler declined to commit.

Browns owner Phil Ball has announced that Sisler will not manage the club in 1927. The decision ends a managerial tenure that began when Sisler succeeded Lee Fohl in 1923. Ball says he waited until the season ended rather than dismiss his skipper in midsummer.

**BREAKING** ST. LOUIS, Oct. 12, 1926—While the Cardinals celebrate their world championship, their American League neighbors are making headlines of a different sort. George Sisler, one of baseball's greatest hitters, is OUT as manager of the St. Louis Browns!

The pennant-mad crowd as the players appeared.

Along with the clownish #StlCards booster, Theodore Harris, a cripple, who came here from Illinois in an electric wheel chair to cheer his favorites.

Crowds in the stands.

Jim Bottomley and Alexander snapped just before they were surrounded by admiring fans.

Tommy Thevenow, Grover Cleveland Alexander, Mayor Victor Miller and Billy Southworth photographed at the celebration.

Part of the huge crowd that stormed Sportsman's Park tonight to welcome the players.

ST. LOUIS STAR & TIMES Highlights from 1926 World Series Champion #StlCards homecoming to St. Louis, Oct 11, 1926: Rogers Hornsby being escorted from the train by two police sergeants when the Cardinals arrived home

There were old men, men in overalls, collarless men, top-hatted men who came in motorcars, women in housedresses, women in furs, women in Spanish costumes... flappers, zippers, long-haired girls, bob-haired girls & thousands of other girls unrelegated for classification.

Every age and state of life was in that crowd in living testimonial to the catholicity of baseball's appeal. There were schoolboys of all ages and sizes, young mothers with babes in their arms, older mothers who were escorted to their chairs by grown sons.

Cardinal red pennants, sweaters, socks and hats tossed wildly in the throng, adding brilliance to the display. Almost a third of the crowd were women and their soprano shouts gave an odd treble overtone to the rejoicing.

Now and then motion picture photographers set off magnesium flares and the crowd sharply outlined in the bright light tripled and quadrupled its shouting. Hats, newspapers, horns—anything—were waved frantically.