Evening star. [volume] (Washington, D.C.) 1854-1972, 1906-08-26

greasy one-doliar notes-I was right behind
him in rig and couldn't have been mis-
taken about the size OF his bank roll
There wasn't a word from anybody
then but a couple of innings later, when
the home team had five runs the best of 1t,
making seven runs In the fourth inning,
the home club manager was right there
with the gambler from the heart spirit as
he danced around in the coaching box.
"'Where's that fifty!' he beloved so that
the hands in the flour mill across the way
from the lot all appeared at the windows to
see what was coming off. don't see no
fifty now! and he, too, flashed a bank wad
that looked as II 1t was composed OF about
six one-spots. I'm here. and I'm layin'
eighty t. fifty we git this here camel
But the visiting manager sitting on the
visitors bench. pretended to be fixing the
peak Of his cute cap, and maintained
dark and deadly silence.
There was some feverish gambling
among the men and boys scattered around
on the grass, though. 1t was perfectly
shocking the way they gambled on the
game right there In front or everybody
awful, call it.
"'Im bettfn' tn ice cream sodeys f'r any
half dozen sittin' around here that we
score in this innin'. yelled one Of the home
lads, this challenge being directed at the
bunch of hectic gamblers who had accom-
panied the visiting team from the other
town.
dissipated devils from the other town
right there in the hearing OF women, too!
Umpire Was Treated Right.
s'rhe attitude Of the players toward the
umpire made a hit with me. He seemed
to be a good Teller with all of them. so
that they didn't try to bully him. They
lust demonstrated with him. The player
who thought he had got the worst OF de-
cision didn't swagger over to the umpire
as II he intended to slip him shatterfng
one in the Stats. Instead OF taking that
position the player would just assume a
surprised and abused look. Then. picking
no a pebble on his way, he'd walk over to
the umpire.
deed 1t wa'ant. he'd say. IN the tone OF
somebody suffering under an undeserved
rebuff.
the umpire would reply in the tone of
som ebody sure-enough sorry over the way
"sBut he amt teched me with tn ball
yft, Rufe honest he amt, and It wa'ant
treatin' me right. your not seem It, the
PLAYER would persist.
"'.Deed he got in on you, Hi-he sure
did the ump would reply. 7 wouldn't a
called you out if I hadn't seen him right
with my own eyes-but he sure teched
you, boy-honest-Injun he did
Then the player would walk on. shak-
ing his head, like man burdened with In
justices visited him by friend whom he
had been nourishing in his bosom.
'I thought of such noe as little Eaber-
field of the Clark Griffith outfit, as I
watched such little scene, and thought
of Elberfelds way of rolling up to an UNI
pare with his 'Tsay, ye greasy mutt. dye
know l got de SWEETEST kind Of a notion
t hand youse chop in de cake-basket?
and couldn't help but laugh aloud at the
thought
Even when whole team got around the
umpire to make protest the proceedings
were all on the abused and martyred side
ON the part of the professors. and the Jumps
attitude on such occasions was one Of apol-
ogy.
law, Rufe. what did you do that f'r?
Now, you know, Rufe, that he beat tn ball
T. tn bag I cer'nly am s'prised. Rufe
T. see tn way you're a-d0in.' don't know
what t make o you givin' 'em every
thing hathaway. Rufe, deed don't. The
liped-up professors would hand huch ex-
postulatory mild ones to the umpire as
these, and his comeback would be some
thing like this:
The Pathetic Retort.
"'Now. boys. you all know I'm not
givin' 'em anything that's not comm
t. EN-, deed I amt. You boys Is too sem