Editor’s note: This article appeared in the Orion Gazette in June 2007.
The Terrible Swedes ruled Andover from the 1920s into the 1940s, and for one day they ruled the village again in the 2000s.
Feats of the famous baseball team were celebrated with a game against WQAD TV during Andover Colonial Days on Saturday, June 2.
Andover Lake Park hosted the slowpitch softball game on the Terrible Swedes Diamond.
The Swedes invaded Andover in two waves. Only four of the men from the second team are left, but Gene “Squirt” Carlson, Ben Johnson, Vergene Samuelson and Glenn Moody and their batboy, Russ Anderson, were able to attend the game.
Before the game, Anderson told the four men, all in their 80s, that they could bat and run.
“Do you have CPR guys between first and second?” Carlson asked.
Carlson may not have been as fit as the young men on the field, but he was proud to say he came within two inches of buttoning his old uniform pants.
Anderson’s father, Willis, was one of the original Terrible Swedes.
“I remember sitting in the dugout when they were playing a tough team,” Russ Anderson said. “Stripes Johnson—he was the ringleader—whatever he said stuck. I remember him saying, ‘We’re just terrible.’”
That is one version of how the team originated. Carlson said the name came from a barnstorming men’s basketball team, Olson’s Terrible Swedes, that one of the Andover players had seen.
Andover’s village president, Sandra Johnson, prefers to think of “Terrible” in the sense of striking terror into the hearts of opponents.
Indeed, the original Terrible Swedes could not have been too terrible. Henry County Farm Bureau sponsored a team, and the manager asked all 10 of the Terrible Swedes to play. He added a few men from Cambridge to the lineup.
They went down to Champaign and played teams from all over Illinois on the way to winning a state championship.
Rodney Anderson, son of Terrible Swede Sherman “Mulligan” Anderson, said his father had two brothers, Herb and Lee, and a brother-in-law, Bert Johnson, who were on the team.
One of the best players was Doc Johnson, the father of Bryan Johnson. He either struck out or hit the ball over the jail into the lake.
Located in right center, the jail was in play. The outfielders had to chase the ball around it.