Evening star. [volume] (Washington, D.C.) 1854-1972, 1896-06-29
STORY OF THE LOUISVILLE RIOT.
Description of Pat Tebeau's Latest
Freak ON the Diamond.

hours and half, and 1t was then too dark
TO continue. The Colonies allowed the
Spiders to hit the ball at will in their half
of the tenth, and played for darkness them
selves. Several times Umpire Weidman
was inclined to call the game, but Tebeau
ordered him to go on. In the last half of
the tenth. with three on the bases and one
out, Weidman said it was too dark, and
called the game. Then the fun began
Wow. Vow" roared Jack O'Connor
Patsy! Patsy! come here! He's called the
game! He's called the camel! he yelled at
Tebeau. who was on first base.
Then from all about came the Spiders.
McAleer, from deep center field reached
Weidman first by running fast. AS his
comrades gathered about Weidman Nc
Aieer struck at the umpire, a terrific right
hand swing. Weidman lodged and turned
his back at the same time, the blow landing
on his left shoulder In justice to Tebeau,
it can be said that he tried to catch Nc
Aleer's arm, but failed.
Ihis blow was the signal for the riot
Previous to Weidman's action in calling
the game the men on the teachers hung
over the fence In front Of the seats, ready
at q moments notice to make a grand rush
on the Spiders. They had been wrought to
very high pitch. When McAleers fist
struck Weidman 300 men fell out of the
bleachers and rushed across the diamond
like some big foot ball team with the ball
Many men tumbled out of the grand stand
to the ground, 10 feet below and all made a
concentrated rush on the Spiders Tom
Lansing, the local welter-weight pugilist
led the procession almost at the side of half
a dozen private policemen. Before they
arrived the Clevelands had succeeded in
punching Umpire Weidman several times
more Lansing's elbow pushed men right
and left. until he got in the thick of it. He
ran up to McAleer and said:
What did you hit him for?'
1T wasn't me: 1t was him." pointing at
the huge form of Short Stop Mexican.
Mexican ran backward saving 1T wasn't
me. 1t was him. pointing to McAleer
Lansing evidently concluded McAleer was
the guilty man, for he made a break for the
center fielder. McAleer lodged and caught
a left-handed swing on his shoulder which
sent him to his knees. While on his hands
and knees he scrambled between the legs
of men until he got away from Lansing and
was on the outskirts of the mob. AS he
passed along his hands came in contact with
bat. Graspng this. he struck a short
stout young man with blonde hair who
wore light suit of clothes and carried a
cane. The blow from the bat evidently did
not hurt the young man much, for he
brought MS cane down over McAleer's head
with resounding whack. McAleer ran
toward the bench and escaped.
In the meantime Private PolicemanCol-
Inns and Patsy Tebeau were having an ar
gumenf ten feet away. The big policeman
was pushing Spiders right and left. his in
tention being to stop the fighting and to
break up the mob.
Tebeau moved back from the policeman
saying:
What is your number? All want is your
number. I'll see to it that you are fixed"
The policeman turned his badge until
there could be no doubt but that Tebeau
saw it.
There's my number, now what do you
want with it?' and he continued to push
Tebeau toward the dressing room
Tebeau never did state what he wanted
with the poiceman's number.
A tall man in linen suit was irving to
hit some Cleveland player at another point
of the compass. but failed, as the Spider ran
away from him.
Spider to get to Weidman. He tried to hit
the umpire, but spectator gave him a
short-arm punch in the mouth, which made
his lips swell as If he had been fighting
humble bees. The crowd gave way and
formed circle. in order that Pugilist Lam
sing could get at Burkett, but the left fielder
escaped between two small men.
Az TINS point Jack Ropke ran up, having
come from the directors box. He yelled
at the crowd: Don't interfere with the 20
lice; don't get In the way of the police: let
the officers do their duty
Some one hit Mr. Ropke a terrific blow in
the Jaw, ana ne decided to let the police at
tend to their own business
The spectators said they wanted blood.
ana that they were going to have it, but
Manager McGunnigle Capt Miller the nri
vate policemen and others finally qua rded
the Clevelands to their omnibus, which was
surrounded by a jeering, bowling crowd of
some two hundred boys and men.
This crowd followed the bus to 2Sth street
and broadway, throwing stones as fast as
possible. The driver of the vehicle whipped
his horses, and tried to get away from the
crowd. but failed until he turned up Broad
way 1t was a pathetic sight to see half
the brave Cleveland team lying, stomachs
down. in the bottom of the omnibus, dodg-
ing flying brickbats and boulders, while the
other half were also lodging. Between
lodges and swears Tebeau was "raising
sand with McAleer for having struck