It Was a League Like No Other : Baseball: The women’s pro competition has often been ignored, but the stories are hard to forget.

With Madonna and Geena Davis starring as 1940s pro baseball players who overcome sexism and inside fastballs to save America’s sagging spirits during World War II, Columbia Pictures’ coming “A League of Their Own” can’t help but be outrageous, audacious and occasionally dramatic.

The movie, as odd as it sounds--women, playing hardball for a living?--is based on fact. In the long history of professional baseball in this country, women have had their own league only once. It was called--no surprise here--the All-American Girls Professional Baseball League and it lasted from 1943 through 1954.

Remarkably, however, no matter how far out the movie gets, it will be hard-pressed to outdo the real thing. You want high jinks and romance? Singing and dancing? Pain and broken hearts? The original cast had it all:

--On a tour of South America, two players manage to escape from their chaperon long enough to break into a hotel liquor cabinet. They got caught, avoided prosecution by paying for damages out of their meal money, and still got to the game on time.

--Shortly before a game, a player learned by letter that her fiance had been killed in a crash of a B-24 on Okinawa. She played the game.

--A baserunner jumped up to dispute a call at second base and accidentally decked the umpire, a moonlighting pro football player.

--Wearing a splint on a freshly broken ring finger, a catcher threw out the first three runners who tried to steal against her.

These are enough anecdotes to supply an entire team of fictional players, but in reality, they happened to only one player, Lavon (Pepper) Davis. Now a spry 67-year-old widowed grandmother living in Van Nuys, Davis had more than her share of adventures, but she was far from unusual. The league, she says, was full of exuberant athletes who played hard on and off the field, bonded by a zest for both life and baseball.

“You have to love baseball to go through what we did,” said Davis, who played shortstop, catcher, first base and pitcher for three teams during her 10 years in the league.

She was a consultant for the movie, spending 22 days on the set in Evansville, Ind. Her answer to the obvious question is no, Madonna is not playing her. Davis relates most closely to the Geena Davis character, a catcher. And she has read the script, reporting that it met her approval by “treating the baseball seriously and with respect.”

Which is all the women ever wanted in real life. Until the Hall of Fame in Cooperstown recognized them three years ago with a permanent exhibition called “Women in Baseball,” the 545 women who played in the league had been swept under the carpet of sports history. Even today, women are acknowledged for their prowess in softball, but baseball is considered beyond their limitations. That makes Pepper Davis see red.

“When I was behind the dish, I could throw to second on one knee, which is not too shabby,” she said. “We didn’t have the power men did, but we played just as skillfully. We could beat an average men’s team any day of the week, and we did. I had one romance break up because the guy got so mad when we beat his team.”

Breaking down social barriers was not the reason women were given their one and only chance to play baseball.

Chewing-gum magnate P.K. Wrigley, who owned the Chicago Cubs, devised the league as a patriotic diversion for war-weary Americans, but it was also an insurance policy that would keep major league club owners in business in the event the majors had to close down because of all the players trading in their bats for rifles.

But the league initially bombed in the big cities, Davis said, “because the media didn’t like the idea of women playing baseball” and turned off fans with negative writing. The league found a home, however, in Midwestern towns--Racine, Wis.; Ft. Wayne, Ind.; Grand Rapids, Mich.,--expanding to a high of 10 teams and drawing more than a million fans one season.

Although the league demonstrated female athlete ability, it helped perpetuate the male belief that women had to look and act feminine to play sports. Wrigley insisted on dressing the players in skirts--a maximum six inches above the knee--and sending them to charm school.

So that the public would perceive them as womanly, players had to wear makeup on the field and keep their hair long while playing on teams with such names as Chicks, Daisies, Peaches, Belles and Lassies.

“We had to look like ladies and play baseball like men,” Davis said.

Slang was discouraged, grooming emphasized, slacks banned. Each team employed a full-time female chaperon to screen dates and scrutinize moral conduct. The treatment the players received reflected the mood and attitudes of a different generation, and the women accepted it without protest.

But they still managed to have fun. To lighten the load of a 130-game season, pranks were standard procedure: Limburger cheese on chaperons’ hotel light bulbs, toothpaste in Oreo cookies. All-night bus rides were made enjoyable by marathon song sessions.

“We were young and healthy and we loved it,” said Davis, who wrote the unofficial league song, which is being used in the movie.

It should be reported that the eagle-eyed chaperons did not deter either the women or the men.

“We called them Clubhouse Clydes and Locker Room Lennies,” Davis said.

“They’d line up outside after a game and you’d manage to slip them a phone number. There were ways to bend the rules--you wouldn’t have a social life at all if you didn’t.”

Davis was Pepper Paire in her playing days, a clutch hitter who twice led the league in runs batted in. She was also the life of the party. Any party. According to a 1989 article in Smithsonian magazine, Davis and a teammate, Faye Dancer, escaped prying eyes in one small town by drinking beer in a cemetery.

“We were both clowns,” said Dancer, who lives in Santa Monica. In the interests of historical accuracy, she added: “But it was me who climbed the hotel fire escape with the beer. Pepper had a bad knee.”

The two grew up in West L.A., went to school together and were sports phenoms at an early age.

That was in the late 1930s and early ‘40s, when women’s softball was a hot ticket with Hollywood stars. Davis, who remembers getting $5 from Jimmy Durante to buy hot dogs after a game, credits her brother Joe for getting her started.

“Joe was 18 months older, but he didn’t mind his little sister tagging along,” she said. “If they wanted him on their team, they had to take me. A few years later, if they wanted me, they had to take him.”

Joe, now an engineer at Northrop, acknowledges that.

“Pepper had a lot stronger arm than I did,” he said. “I always said, if I had her arm, I probably would have been in the majors.”

As a kid, Davis was paid gas money to play for local softball teams, helping her family buy groceries. One of her team’s sponsors was a grocery store, which rewarded a winning effort by letting each player fill up a brown paper bag with food.

“I learned early: If you want to bring home the bread, you better win,” Davis said.

Even though she was earning about $600 per month as pro, she decided to sit out the 1954 season.

“I’d had a boyfriend in every city, but I’d had a lot of romances go down the tubes,” she said, blaming baseball’s nomadic lifestyle.

After the 1953 season, she met Robert Davis in a league at Santa Monica Bowl and put her career on hold “to see if I could hook this guy.” She did, then intended to return to baseball in ‘55, but the league suddenly folded, killed off by television.

Years later, the movie, scheduled to be released in July, is the players’ shot at the fame that has eluded them. They only hope the film will portray them as graceful girls of summer, not klutzes who can’t throw straight.

Davis watched the actresses and their doubles on the set and says that the action is authentic. “They all worked very hard,” she said. Especially Madonna, who has “got the moves.”

“We hope,” Davis said, speaking for all the women in the league, “that the world will finally know our story.”