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When boys of summer answered to ‘Old Perfesser’ and ‘The Lip’

Leo Durocher (right) and Casey Stengel before the start of the opening game of the 1951 World Series at Yankee Stadium.
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Leo Durocher (right) and Casey Stengel before the start of the opening game of the 1951 World Series at Yankee Stadium.

In a time when America was obsessed with three sports — baseball, boxing and horse racing — everyone knew this pair by their nicknames: “The Old Perfesser’’ and “The Lip.’’ Casey Stengel and Leo Durocher. For half a century they were the national pastime’s most colorful and enduring characters, the game’s most beloved (Stengel) and most despised (Durocher), both destined for the Hall of Fame.

Both were amply chronicled during and after their days in uniform with Durocher producing two autobiographies (“The Dodgers and Me’’ and the more characteristically titled “Nice Guys Finish Last’’). But in the decades since they left the stage two generations have grown up, and the digital age has enabled new biographers to mine an exhaustive range of sources, particularly about their subjects’ playing days, and to put their careers into broader context.

Marty Appel, a former Yankee publicist whose previous volumes include “Pinstripe Empire,’’ offers an affectionate and anecdotal chronicle of the playing and coaching days of Stengel, who presided over the final stretch of the sport’s greatest dynasty, which produced 10 pennants and seven World Series titles.

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Charles Dillon Stengel (his nickname came from his Kansas City, Mo., birthplace) was a dental-school dropout whose first professional club, the Kankakee Kays, played across from the Illinois state mental hospital and were known as the Lunatics.

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He went on to perform for five of the eight clubs in the National League, most notably the Dodgers, and developed a reputation as a buffoon, thumbing his nose at the Yankees while circling the bases after a home run in the 1923 Series. Amid heckling when he returned to Brooklyn as a Pirate Stengel doffed his cap to the fans, releasing a sparrow.

Appel portrays Stengel as a one-man vaudeville act (”I can make a living with my face.”) who operated with a wink and a wisecrack. “When you’re losing,” he once observed, “everyone commences to playing stupid.”

After retiring as a player in 1925 Stengel managed a series of second-division clubs, including the Boston Braves. After his right leg was shattered by an automobile while he was crossing Commonwealth Avenue on a rainy night, sports columnist Dave Egan nominated the driver as “the man who had done the most for baseball in Boston in 1943’’ for sidelining the skipper of the sagging club.

His finances secure after a Texas oil-well investment produced a gusher Stengel would have been content managing the minor league Oakland Oaks indefinitely, according to Appel. But when the Yankees offered him the job of manager at 58 before the 1949 season, he packed up, checked into the
Essex House on Central Park South, and stayed for a dozen years.

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With the notable exception of Joe DiMaggio his players admired his savvy even as they struggled to decipher “Stengelese,’’ his loopy loquacity that later confounded Congress during a 1958 hearing on baseball’s antitrust exemption. “Sometimes I get a little hard-of-speaking,” Stengel admitted.

After the Yankees dismissed him after a seventh-game loss to Pittsburgh in the 1960 Series (“I’ll never make the mistake of being 70 again.’’), the expansion Mets picked him up two years later, hoping Stengel’s volubility would distract attention from a worst-ever team on the field.

“You look up and down the bench and you have to say to yourself, ‘Can’t anybody here play this game?’ ” Stengel is said to have observed as his collection of “amazin’ ’’ castoffs lost a record 100 games.

Paul Dickson, whose resume includes a biography of baseball maverick Bill Veeck, pens an absorbing account of Durocher, a pugnacious provocateur who went through four wives (including actress Laraine Day), shot pool, hobnobbed with gangsters, gamblers and entertainers and was a master of wearing out welcomes while continuing to receive invitations from clubs that needed a firebrand.

Like Appel, Dickson spends the vast majority of his book on Durocher’s professional life, briskly moving though his birth and hardscrabble upbringing in West Springfield (a childhood hero was “Springfield neighbor Walter ‘Rabbit’ Maranville’’), leaving high school sans diploma and launching his career as a player in nearby Hartford.

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Durocher, who played for four clubs and managed another four, had no problem switching uniforms and taking on his former teammates and players, leaving many feeling ambivalent about the fierce competitor. “You and Durocher are on a raft, a wave comes and knocks him into the ocean. You dive in and save his life. A shark comes and takes your leg,” New York Daily News columnist Dick Young wrote after Durocher died. “Next day, you and Leo start out even.”

When Durocher was banned from baseball for the 1947 season the reason was an “accumulation of unpleasant incidents,’’ including his alleged ties to gamblers. “Enormous charm,” acknowledged general manager Branch Rickey, who dealt with Durocher in both St. Louis and Brooklyn. “[B]ut back him into a corner and he is still that kid in a pool room in Springfield, wearing a leather jacket with a sawed-off cue in his hands.”

Unlike Stengel, Durocher, whose language trended Chaucerian, needed no translator. He was a free-spending Broadway denizen who sported spats and a cane as a rookie, a brash shortstop with a quick glove and a faster mouth. “Go home, Grandpa,” he taunted the legendary Ty Cobb. “Get wise to yourself. If you keep on playing with us young fellows, you might get hurt.”

Durocher scuffled with teammate Babe Ruth, whom he dubbed “Dummy’’ and once brawled with Stengel. “I will see you later, punk, under the stands,” Stengel shouted when his Dodgers were playing Durocher’s Cardinals in 1936. “You and what football team?” Durocher countered. Stengel conked Durocher on the knee (“my famous fishhook punch’’), either with a fist or a bat. “Two feet closer and there might not of been no more Durocher,” he said later.

Durocher’s feuds were legendary. After pushing hard to have black rookie Jackie Robinson accepted by his white Dodger teammates, Durocher became a harsh and hectoring critic when he became Giants manager. “Leo used to tell Jackie he was swell-headed, and Jackie would call Leo a ‘traitor’ for leaving the Dodgers,” recalled New York outfielder Monte Irvin. “Sometimes it got very personal.”

Durocher, who survived battles with rivals, umpires, and commissioners, was baseball’s Zelig, Dickson observes, popping up amid the game’s most memorable moments. He played alongside the “Murderers’ Row’’ on the 1928 Yankees, captained the Cardinals’ notorious “Gashouse Gang’’ in 1934, and managed the Giants during their 1951 miracle pennant and the Cubs during their epic 1969 collapse. “I could have dressed nine broads as ballplayers and they would have beaten the Cubs,” he declared.

Cutthroat was the only approach for Durocher, who said that he’d knock down his own mother if she were trying to score. “You would have tripped me!,” said his mom, hurt after hearing about the assertion. “You would, you would.” “God rest your soul, Mom,” her son said in his autobiography. “I’m afraid I would.”

LEO DUROCHER:

Baseball’s Prodigal Son

By Paul Dickson

Doubleday, 357 pp., illustrated, $28

CASEY STENGEL:

Baseball’s Greatest Character

By Marty Appel

Doubleday, 410 pp., illustrated, $27.95

John Powers is a former Globe sports reporter who has co-authored histories of the New York Yankees and Fenway Park.