Tyrus Raymond Cobb, ancient bellicose baseball player, crouched near the home plate at St. Petersburg, Fla., awaiting his turn at bat. Mr. Cobb is not, never has been one to do things quietly. So, while waiting, he gave advice to able Eddie Collins, ancient teammate, then in the process of batting; appraised the opposing pitcher's ability in acid terms; discoursed on this and that subject in a manner familiar to American League players.
Frank Wilson, National League umpire of fiery temperament, unused to Cobb's technique, was calling balls and strikes in the gameĀ an...
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