Who Murdered Eddie Gaedel?

Midget Played in the Major Leagues

By Robert A. Waters

In 1951, baseball was still king. Every day in the summertime, massive crowds showed up to see the Boston Red Sox, New York Yankees and Giants, Brooklyn Dodgers, and other great teams. But there were also ne'er-do-well organizations such as the St. Louis Browns, teams that had never gotten a whiff of a pennant or, God forbid, a World Series. Since he was unable to hire a team of winners, Bill Veeck, owner of the Browns, turned to promoting stunts to gain paying crowds.

His most successful stunt featured a 3-foot 7-inch midget named Eddie Gaedel. On the scorching hot day of August 19, 1951, the Browns were playing a double-header with the Detroit Tigers. As usual, the Browns lost the first game 7 to 2. In between the first and second game, Veeck's ground crew rolled a massive papier-mache cake onto the field. The 18,000 fans in attendance suddenly became excited--another wild feat was coming, they could feel it in their bones.

As the Tigers began getting ready for the second game, catcher Bob Swift took warm-up tosses from pitcher Bob Cain. Umpire Ed Hurley stood behind Swift ready to call the balls and strikes.

Then it happened. As the two bottom-dwelling teams got ready to play, a door in the papier-mache cake popped open and out stepped Eddie Gaedel. Half the size of most players, wearing an official Browns uniform with the fraction "1/8" written across the back, manager Zack Taylor walked to the umpire and stated that Eddie Gaedel would pinch hit for the scheduled number one hitter, Frank Saucier.

Gaedel, a showman, strutted toward home plate holding a child's bat.

The crowd, throbbing with excitement, erupted in laughter.

Umpire Hurley called Veeck and manager Taylor to him. This man is not a professional player, Hurley said. He will not be allowed to hit. Veeck quickly pulled out documents proving Gaedel was a member of the team. The doubtful umpire had no choice, the diminutive batter could play.

Gaedel stepped up to the plate. Veeck had warned him not to swing, to just crouch down and hold the bat on his shoulder. The crowd was standing now, ready to see the stunt play out. Pitcher Cain reared back and threw a fastball to the catcher. "Ball!" roared the ump. Too high. A second pitch was also a ball. Every time Hurley yelled "Ball," the crowds screamed. 

After ball four, Gaedel began jogging toward first base. He stopped twice and curtseyed for the crowds. Pandemonium set in. Gaedel reached first base and stood there. Manager Taylor then put in a pinch runner for Gaedel. As the midget headed to the dugout, the crowds gave him a prolonged and raucous standing ovation. 

Then it was over. As usual, the Browns lost the game. But nobody cared. Each fan would remember this game for the rest of their lives.

Eddie Gaedel was born in Chicago to a poor family. Whether it was due to people making fun of him because of his height, or a Napoleanic complex, he developed a surly personality. That, along with a yearning for juke joints and booze, made the little man a target for bullies. Even though he never won, our one-day hero always seemed to be itching for a fight.

Gaedel fought his last bout on June 18, 1961, ten years after he made baseball history. The Chicago Times reported that "an inquest has been ordered into the death of Edward Gaedel, the only midget ever to play baseball in the major leagues. He was 36 years old. The inquest was ordered after police noted bruises around the knees and on the left side of Mr. Gaedel's face after his body was discovered in the bedroom of his South side apartment Sunday." In addition to the wounds suffered by Gaedel, an autopsy showed that he died of a heart attack.

Rumor suggested that Gaedel was last seen at a bowling alley being followed by four ruffians. Reporters speculated that these men robbed him.

This story disappeared from the newspapers faster than Eddie Gaedel disappeared from major league baseball. While searching many newspapers, I could never find additional information about the murder investigation into his death. Did the cops drop the case after learning of Gaedel's heart attack? That might make it difficult to convict an assailant, so investigators may have decided to deep-six the case. 

The only major league player to attend Eddie Gaedel's funeral was Bob Cain, the pitcher who walked him. "I felt obligated," Cain told reporters.

Blue Monday--The Day Fats Domino Disappeared

Rock 'n' Roll Legend Went Missing for 3 Days

By Robert A. Waters

On August 23, 2005, a storm formed near the Bahama Islands in the Bermuda Triangle. It moved fast, striking just north of Miami on the evening of the 25th. The roiling clouds and driving rains screamed across Florida with winds of 80 miles-per-hour. Twenty inches of rain soaked the Sunshine State. The storm kept drifting west, into the Gulf of Mexico. Once there, winds rose to 175 miles per hour and became a waterlogged thorn in the side of weathercasters. Where would it land?

On the night of Monday, August 29, 2005, Hurricane Katrina stopped playing games with the news crews. It smashed up on the southern shore of Louisiana. With winds now at 140 miles per hour and a storm surge of 27 feet, much of the city of New Orleans was doomed. Dikes broke, flooding obliterated thousands of homes and businesses, and more than 1,500 residents of Louisiana died. Twenty-four hours later, as the storm rolled out of the "Big Easy," it left a massive hole of devastation behind.

Many people disappeared, some never to be seen again. Among those who vanished was the famous singer, Antoine "Fats" Domino.

The Ponderosa Stomp Foundation wrote that "New Orleans' biggest musical export since Louis Armstrong, [Fats] Domino, sold more records from 1956 to 1963 than anyone but Elvis Presley and could have lived anywhere. He chose, when not on tour, to stay in the neighborhood he grew up in, holding court over heaping pots of red beans and rice in a living room with a grand piano and a couch made from the back of a vintage Cadillac. Musicians, neighbors, relatives, and visiting dignitaries were in and out the door over the decades." (Domino's home is pictured below.)

As the storm blew in, Domino called his agent. The singer stated he planned to "ride out" Katrina with his disabled wife, Rosemary.

Then he went silent.

Antoine Dominique Domino, Jr. was born February 26, 1928 in New Orleans. He learned the piano as a child and started playing local clubs in his teenaged years. In 1949, he released his first record, "The Fat Man." It sold over a million copies. Fats was on his way to fame and fortune. Hits such as "My Girl Josephine," "Blue Monday," and the classic, "Blueberry Hill," continued to chart. 

Domino lived in the Lower Ninth Ward at 1208 Caffin Avenue. His home lay directly in the path of Katrina. Throughout the night, winds roared and rain shot like volleys of bullets in the  darkness. The Domino home began taking water early. As the water rose in the house, Fats and Rosemary clambered upstairs to the second floor. 

Six feet, eight feet, ten feet, the flood continued to rise. By now, Fats and Rosemary feared they would die. Looking below, the world-famous musician could see his possessions floating around his home. His expensive white Steinway piano lay on its side, covered by the flood. It's legs and keys were never found.

When morning broke, the streets surrounding the Domino home were empty, except for floating corpses. Ten feet of water sloshed through the neighborhood, drowning many homes in the area. Late that afternoon, the United States Coast Guard began sending rescue crews out in small boats and helicopters.

No one could get hold of Fats. For three days, he remained missing. Fans of the singer grieved, sure he'd perished. Someone even painted "RIP Fats You Will Be Missed" on the front of his home.

Major news outlets, including CNN and Fox News, reported that the famous singer was missing and feared dead. His agent told reporters he had not heard from Fats for three days.

Finally, on September 1, CNN reported that Fats and his wife had been rescued by a Coast Guard helicopter. This was confirmed by his agent. The couple had climbed onto the roof to escape death. They were currently staying in a safe part of the city with their daughter's boyfriend.

Fats lost all his gold records and his National Medal of Arts award in the storm. 

One of the earliest members of the Rock and Roll Hall of Fame, Fats was also inducted into the National Rhythm and Blues Hall of Fame and the Louisiana Hall of Fame. Over his career, it is estimated that the much-loved artist sold almost one hundred million records.

After Katrina, Fats never rebuilt his New Orleans home. He and Rosemary moved to Harvey, Louisiana. He died on October 24, 2017. He was 89-years-old. His beloved wife had preceded him in death.

His world-famous Steinway was restored and is currently on display at the New Orleans Jazz Museum.

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