The Richmond Virginian. (Richmond, Va.) 1910-1920, 1916-10-09
BY DAMON RUNYON.

Boston, Mass. Oct. 8.-"They called
me old Apple Face" said your Uncle
Wilbert Robinson reminiscently. ZAP
pie face! haw-haw! What's that you
say? Well. l don't know, maybe it'll
be Coombs. and then maybe again it
won't be Coombs. Apple face! Haw-
haw!'
The deep-stomached below of the
fat manager of the Brooklyn Dodgers
rumbled around through the silen.
catacombs of the Copley Plaza with
disconcerting effect.
Called me old apple face they
did roared your Uncle Wilbert Rob-
inson, "Haw-haw. Them young squirts
on the Red sox wanted to know what
time the balloon was going up when
ever I walked past their bench.
What's that. sir7 Well. l don't know.
Maybe it'll be Coombs and maybe
again II won't be Coombs You can't
tell. Apple face" Haw-haw."
Early this afternoon your Uncle
Wilbert had emerged in a body from
the Brunswick Hotel and moved en-
masse over to the Copley, leaving
most Of his athletes squatting on tho
veranda of the Brunswick absorbing
the sunlight.
Uses Up Two Chairs.
At the Copley Plaza your Uncle
Wilbert took two chairs in a clois-
tered corner of the restaurant and
there he held forth the rest of the
afternoon, while the world came by
in squads and platoons to do a bit
of bag punching, as conversational
gymnastics Is called in baseball Ian
guage, with the robust leader of the
Dodgers.
Down at the Boston tavern only a
fax hr;o M nf Hfa
and laughter, all was silent today
Up at the Lenox no sound was heard
save the click OF typewriters in press
| headquarters as industrious and in
defatigable members of the Baseball
Writer'S Association of America
+. pounded out their Monday morning
grist. Both were representatives Of
Providence papers.
At the Copley Square naught was to
be seen by that shadow of discomfort.
Hennery O'Day. AT the Touraine.
quiet. At the Press Club and the Pen
and Pencil Club. more quiet. Grover
Cleveland Alexander, the hurler. and
Jack Ryder of Cincinnati, had a
table backed into q corner at an up
town place and were SURROUNDED by a
number of foreigners--or at least by
men who could not talk the baseball
IIanguage--but otherwise the whole
world seemed dead.
, Whole, World Seemed Dead.
| The whole world seemed dead.
| Where the baseball contingent disap-
| peared to is one of the dark mysteries
| of this series. There were rumors OF
motor trips to the country and some
| talk of a place Of diversion down the
! line here q piece. known as the
Bread and Cheese" 1t was definitely
esta blished that Ty Cobb and Christy
Mathewson went golfing In their old
age. Garry Hermann was seen
wandering around with batch OF
flowers under his arm, seeking an ap-
| propriate being to give them to. and
| it was rumored that Ban 3. johnson
| would be astir again before Midnight.
! But the rest Is silence.
| One roamed the whole town over
| to finally return to the Copley Plaza
and to your Uncle Wilbert Robinson
table. All roads led that way, 80 to
speak and there one found the mill
tary government of the New York
Yankees. consisting of Colonel Jacob
| Rupert. Captain Til Huston. Lieut..
Bill Fleischmann and Sergeant Harry
Sparrow.
There were also present n few
weary newspaper writer's and human
interrogation points in the form of
fans, most OF them Indigenous TO
| Brooklyn and New York.
What do you think OF them kids
calling me apple face anyway" de-
manded your uncle Wilbert Robinson.
| Pretty good. hey? Well, the old
boy kidded them right back. don't for
get that"
| Hey. hey. Robbie" said one of
the fans. do you know what I'd like
to see? Well, I'd like to see ole Nap
Rucker get chance In these games.
Good ole Nap, been there long time.