Waterbury Democrat., 1901-07-30
CAMBON AT A BALL GAME.

It was at the last university base ball game of the season between Mich igan and Chicago on Marshall field on Monday. There we're fans there of many shades and shapes, but the most interesting of all was q little elderly gentleman with q puckered up face, q pair of strong nose glasses and 9 general air of wanting to know all about everything that was going on. 1t was his excellency, NJ. Jules Cam bon, Ambassador and Minister Pleni- France to the United States.
 The owner of these high-sounding potentiarys from the republic of titles had for his right hand neighbor ten-year-old chewing gum vender. The boy wasn't weighted down with the distinction; in fact. he was so much wrapped up in the game that he wouldn't have cared if the little man Mad Mullah.
 The learned and aged professor who had escorted the ambassador to the bleachers knew as much about base ball as he did of a Chinese lottery. So the only means the distinguished wis., itor had of imbibing any information lay in the screams and antics of the enthusiastic young American beside him, and his own observation. Flank ing him at his back sat q bunch of stout lunged rooters, who had started out with the avowed purpose of show ing the ambassador the strengthening effectsof Ann Arbor air, ,on the voice.
 Somebody right i'll his rear had found aloose board in the seats and ex- pressed his sentiments, without inter mission, by doing a double tattoo with his heels.
 So the sheep sat among the wolves and trembled.
 There was. first ,baseman on the Chicago team, known as '.Stuffy," and he was the most badly. rattled first baseman that ever broke into game. Every time he tried to catch the ball with his foot or tried to throw it 20 or 30 feet over thirds head Michigan let the ambassador know. in their own gentle manner, what they thought of the performance.
 M. Cambon's military record is ex- cellent, but the experience of Monday took all the starch out of him and sent the precipitation down the back of his neck.
 During a brief pause in the bedlam he said mildly to his escort:
 ''This, then, is a game of Roosevelt" t I hardly understand your excel leney,1 replied the professor.
 T mean ze strenuous lives of it all. Zese gentlemen which wear SC bagging, do they vote for ze honorable NJ. Rooseyelt?''
 Then the infant phenomenon began to yell again, and further conversation was impossible.
 When the visitor left in the middle of the seventh inning the crowd stood up and gave him three cheers. As soon as he was outside the fence he took off his silk hat and wiped his fevered brow. grateful for the escape.
 Here is his opinion of American baseball given the, next day after due reflection and q good nights sleep: Tn France zere is games and games, to be sure. But among our students is not such a sounding of sound. Rather zey sing sweet song so softly, yes, zat is it, softly and sweet ly. But here zis ball base is too struggling, too beautiful. too frightful. Ze poor man Stuffing he labor so very hard. And yet@for what? Fey do not appreciate.
 'In my land. when struggles come at zes playing zey call with cadence. But at ze baseball ze cry of Rat rat and ozer animal tribes distinctly hear. Such tonnere behind of me my ear suffers.
 "A little lad, a vendor, beside me, he shake his hand and call out in anger to smash ze empire. What is Zat? Shall it be anozare way to say 'Vive Ia Republiquep "-Chicago Record Her aI ffs5tss