August 20, 1908 - The New York Times - Elberfeld is Banished
Elberfeld Is Banished
Tells "arbitrator" O'Loughlin He Made a Mistake in Deciding a Play and Is Put Off the Grounds
It was in the fourth inning that Mr. O'Loughlin stopped suddenly and looked curiously over the playground. "I could have sworn," said he,"or, at least, attested," said he, "That even now I hear a shocking noise of some on shrilly knocking, in a voice of mirthless mocking, mocking at the way I work."
Mr. O'loughlin finally located the noise at the first base coaching line, and directed that the annoyer, later identified as one Elberfeld, desist. "Begone, pestiferous one," said the amiable arbitrator, "you weary me with your murmurings."
But a bit later, as a Detroit batsman moved to the plate, he whispered something to the umpire. Mr. O'Loughlin strained his eyes, and then agreed. "Why, so it is." he exclaimed, and then, "I thought I told you to go and stand in the corner?" And after five minutes of sulking, Master Elberfeld lags slowly away from the seat he had picked out for himself, and sputtering lake a mad baby, finally disappears in the gap that marks the beginning of the clubhouse.
Tells "arbitrator" O'Loughlin He Made a Mistake in Deciding a Play and Is Put Off the Grounds
It was in the fourth inning that Mr. O'Loughlin stopped suddenly and looked curiously over the playground. "I could have sworn," said he,"or, at least, attested," said he, "That even now I hear a shocking noise of some on shrilly knocking, in a voice of mirthless mocking, mocking at the way I work."
Mr. O'loughlin finally located the noise at the first base coaching line, and directed that the annoyer, later identified as one Elberfeld, desist. "Begone, pestiferous one," said the amiable arbitrator, "you weary me with your murmurings."
But a bit later, as a Detroit batsman moved to the plate, he whispered something to the umpire. Mr. O'Loughlin strained his eyes, and then agreed. "Why, so it is." he exclaimed, and then, "I thought I told you to go and stand in the corner?" And after five minutes of sulking, Master Elberfeld lags slowly away from the seat he had picked out for himself, and sputtering lake a mad baby, finally disappears in the gap that marks the beginning of the clubhouse.
