August 21, 1905 - The Inter Ocean, Chicago, IL - Elberfeld Thrown Out
SOX DEFEAT THE HIGHLANDERS, 2-1; M'CARTHY WINS
Eleven Inning Struggle Goes to the Locals, While Five Minute Fracas With Elberfeld Leaves Umpire Triumphant.
DARING KID SHAKES LATE OPPONENT OF J. DONAHUE:
Neat Vaudeville Stunt of Knock-about Sort Warms Blood of Fans and Doubles the Joy of a Glorious Day.
BY HARRY W. FORD.
There were two fights at the South Side ball park yesterday afternoon. One was between the White Sox and the Highlanders. This was won by the Soxlets in eleven innings, 2 to 1. The other fight was between Umpire McCarthy and Shortstop Norman (Kid) Elberfeld of the enemy. This fight was won finally by McCarthy, as Mr. Elberfeld was shown from the grounds under police escort.
McCarthy gets credit in the official score for a put-out, and three burly coppers get assists. Elberfeld gets an error, and a mighty big one. It will probably be of ten day dimensions in the eyes of Ban Johnson.
As a personal encounter Is the only thing ever discovered yet in the history of sport which will draw the attention of a crowd from a baseball game, the burning details of one of the best game ever played must defer until the encounter is described in toto.
Because of a Strike-Out.
In the sixth inning McCarthy called Elberfeld out on strikes. EIberfeld then called McCarthy—well, we couldn't say just what be did call him, as we were out of earshot, but we noticed that the air became blue all about the horne plate. Furthermore. Norman threw his bat down in a fashion not approved In the best books on etiquette. At this McCarthy told Norman how nice he would look on the bench for the remainder of the game. Norman thought otherwise and expressed his contempt by laying violent hands on McCarthy. He seized the umpire byhis natty blue blouse and gave him a Jerk and a shove and disarranged him quite a good deal. McCarthy said: "Now, you quit that, Kid, and get out of this park or I'll give you a slaps on the wrist." To which Elberfeld replied: "Oh, fudge! Take that!"
Suiting his action to his violent words, be seized McCarthy again and shook him—yes, shook him as a rat terrier might shake a tacklleg dummy done up in a blue blanket—shook him until the baseballs the umpire carries under his blouse fell out and danced around on the ground.
Donahue Not In It:
By this time there was much excitement. The crowd was yelling. hissing, jeering, laughing. according to the temperament of its several component parts. Mr. Tom Connolly was running back and forth between first and home bases with all the entertaining eclat of the old hen whose ducks are taking their first swim. All the players on the field, except two rushed to the scene of the terrible combat. Mr. J. Donahue and Mr. N. Altrock were the circumspect men in uniform who stayed away from the firing line. Mr. Donahue, recalling a recent affair in Philadelphia, stood on his base and shouted, "Sic him, Kid, sic him." Mr. Altrock did not care to risk his features in any sort of a fight, and every lover of art will applaud his discretion. Seeing six or seven players between himself and the Terrible Kid. McCarthy suddenly realized that he had been insulted, and made a rush for his assailant. But Widow Conroy threw his arms about the umpire and saved Elberfeld's life.
Three policemen. each as big as three Elberfelds made over into one, then showed the poor little Kid his unenviable way to the carriage without. Not readily did the mighty little umpire ruffler depart, but reluctantly, like one of the heroes the college men read about in the "literal translations" of Mr. Homer's books awing his tormentors with his menacing looks.
McCarthy Was --- as Usual
This fight, if that noble word will stand for such usage, was the worst part of a great deal of kicking at McCarthy's decisions. Two close decisions at the plate were given against the Highlanders, and in the eighth, with the bases full and Dougherty at bat with two strikes, Griffith thought White made a balk and came running in from the third base coaching line, shouting his belief to McCarthy. White went ahead and pitched the ball. Dougherty, of course, let It go by, in view of Griff's balk contention. McCarthy called strike three, and the side was retired.
Griffith did enough squealing about this decision to get himself thrown out of six games where there was an umpire with any sort of sand in him.
Leaving the right and wrong of McCarthy's decisions out of the question, he demonstrated plainly that he cannot run a ball game the way it should be run. He makes the misitake of arguing with the players over his disputed decisions, and. of course, every play is disputed. McCarthy has not yet learned that the king can do no wrong.
Eleven Inning Struggle Goes to the Locals, While Five Minute Fracas With Elberfeld Leaves Umpire Triumphant.
DARING KID SHAKES LATE OPPONENT OF J. DONAHUE:
Neat Vaudeville Stunt of Knock-about Sort Warms Blood of Fans and Doubles the Joy of a Glorious Day.
BY HARRY W. FORD.
There were two fights at the South Side ball park yesterday afternoon. One was between the White Sox and the Highlanders. This was won by the Soxlets in eleven innings, 2 to 1. The other fight was between Umpire McCarthy and Shortstop Norman (Kid) Elberfeld of the enemy. This fight was won finally by McCarthy, as Mr. Elberfeld was shown from the grounds under police escort.
McCarthy gets credit in the official score for a put-out, and three burly coppers get assists. Elberfeld gets an error, and a mighty big one. It will probably be of ten day dimensions in the eyes of Ban Johnson.
As a personal encounter Is the only thing ever discovered yet in the history of sport which will draw the attention of a crowd from a baseball game, the burning details of one of the best game ever played must defer until the encounter is described in toto.
Because of a Strike-Out.
In the sixth inning McCarthy called Elberfeld out on strikes. EIberfeld then called McCarthy—well, we couldn't say just what be did call him, as we were out of earshot, but we noticed that the air became blue all about the horne plate. Furthermore. Norman threw his bat down in a fashion not approved In the best books on etiquette. At this McCarthy told Norman how nice he would look on the bench for the remainder of the game. Norman thought otherwise and expressed his contempt by laying violent hands on McCarthy. He seized the umpire byhis natty blue blouse and gave him a Jerk and a shove and disarranged him quite a good deal. McCarthy said: "Now, you quit that, Kid, and get out of this park or I'll give you a slaps on the wrist." To which Elberfeld replied: "Oh, fudge! Take that!"
Suiting his action to his violent words, be seized McCarthy again and shook him—yes, shook him as a rat terrier might shake a tacklleg dummy done up in a blue blanket—shook him until the baseballs the umpire carries under his blouse fell out and danced around on the ground.
Donahue Not In It:
By this time there was much excitement. The crowd was yelling. hissing, jeering, laughing. according to the temperament of its several component parts. Mr. Tom Connolly was running back and forth between first and home bases with all the entertaining eclat of the old hen whose ducks are taking their first swim. All the players on the field, except two rushed to the scene of the terrible combat. Mr. J. Donahue and Mr. N. Altrock were the circumspect men in uniform who stayed away from the firing line. Mr. Donahue, recalling a recent affair in Philadelphia, stood on his base and shouted, "Sic him, Kid, sic him." Mr. Altrock did not care to risk his features in any sort of a fight, and every lover of art will applaud his discretion. Seeing six or seven players between himself and the Terrible Kid. McCarthy suddenly realized that he had been insulted, and made a rush for his assailant. But Widow Conroy threw his arms about the umpire and saved Elberfeld's life.
Three policemen. each as big as three Elberfelds made over into one, then showed the poor little Kid his unenviable way to the carriage without. Not readily did the mighty little umpire ruffler depart, but reluctantly, like one of the heroes the college men read about in the "literal translations" of Mr. Homer's books awing his tormentors with his menacing looks.
McCarthy Was --- as Usual
This fight, if that noble word will stand for such usage, was the worst part of a great deal of kicking at McCarthy's decisions. Two close decisions at the plate were given against the Highlanders, and in the eighth, with the bases full and Dougherty at bat with two strikes, Griffith thought White made a balk and came running in from the third base coaching line, shouting his belief to McCarthy. White went ahead and pitched the ball. Dougherty, of course, let It go by, in view of Griff's balk contention. McCarthy called strike three, and the side was retired.
Griffith did enough squealing about this decision to get himself thrown out of six games where there was an umpire with any sort of sand in him.
Leaving the right and wrong of McCarthy's decisions out of the question, he demonstrated plainly that he cannot run a ball game the way it should be run. He makes the misitake of arguing with the players over his disputed decisions, and. of course, every play is disputed. McCarthy has not yet learned that the king can do no wrong.
