Fairhaven herald. [volume] (Fairhaven, Wash.) 1890-????, 1891-06-21
THREW MUD AT HIM
How Digby Bell Was Embarrassed at
Ball Game

If anybody in New York or out of it
wants to bet against the New York team
at almost any stage of the game let him
call upon Digby Bell. 1t will not take
over a minute. Digby will engage his
victim in earnest but nickel plated con-
VerSation, and will even lure him into the
first lair that meets his eye, for the pur-
pose of laying a three-fngered corner
stone TO a financial transaction. 1t Is
true that Digby often loses, but that does
not matter. His bets are merely per
functory, and are for the purpose of sub
stantiating his inserest in the game In
former days the meeting of the Boston
and New York teams was invariably the
signal for a hostile encounter between
Bell and George Floyd. George was an
offensive partisan of the BOstOns, and as
such was particularly obnoxious TO Bell,
VINO gazes upon every team but the New
Yorks with jaundiced eye. During the
summer, after the theatrical season,
Digby generally rusticates at Block
Island-that is, when the New Gorks are
playing in the West. When they
come East, however, writes L. S.
in New York paper, Bell is
pretty sure to be somewhere around
during the progress of game. He is not
noisy, even in his most enthusiastic
moments, but once upon a time a Boston
tee of one to suppress Digby, and it re-
quired all of Jim Mutrie's ell-knOwn
| linguistic powers to talk the officer oil
Bells offense consisted in throwing his
white plug hat in the air and tanning
George Floyd with few choice remarks
relative to his average brain power
Digby is not always right in his beliefs
aud assertions; but neither is anybody
else for that matter. On one occasion
after a game at the old polo grounds, he
invited Arson to ride down town in his
carriage. Just as they were leaving the
grounds the conversation turned upOr
the behavior of base ball crowds in gen
eral. .,
why" said Digby, you may look al
over the country and you cannot find suct
an orderly, impartial crowd as you car
here. What have you In Chicago? a
crowd that beats the deck for rough and
| tumble partisanship."
II do not see how you make that out,
/ replied Arson. Our crowds are always
/ orderly and well behaved. Personally
| think the New York crowd is the TOUCHES
| | ever ran up against
| what Is there tough about them?'
asked Bell, Just point out something
| tough"
BY this time the crowd was swarmini
| through the gates and around the car
]
forty small boys. Hi. there, Anse!
yelled a shock headed little urchin wit
red hair. you can't play ball. EOus
1 fellerS make me tired"
"Anse! Anse! with high-water pants
Shrieked another.
There you are" said Arson; "tha
sounds nice and refined, doesn't it?'
"Oh, you must not mind little thin
like that replied Belle; "they are Onl
singing little airy persitlage'
At this moment one of the rabble threV
a large COB of Harlem mud, which pias
tered itself all over Digby's classic cour
7 tenance.
/ You may call it airy perslage,' re
3 turned Arson, practically, but | don
; want them to sling any Of it at me-
t For a while Digby sat in stern silenc
- thinking words that were too painful fC
r utterauce. Then, wiping the mud fro
- his face, he said: THANK God, the
, aimed a you anyway Since that tin
5 Digby has made no comments on Ne
I York crowds.