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Show HANDLER Of INDICATOR WHO CAN'T BE BLUFFED ture depends on this decision. If you cannot illuminate your work, please don't obfuscate it. " 'Obfuscate' won the point with me. I didn't have the least idea what the word meant, but I gave the decision -in Patsy's favor. But where do you suppose Tebeau ever heard 'obfuscate'?" The claim that every day before he walks upon the diamond Tim Hurst, the umpire, eats only two, pounds of raw meat, is probably base canard. He must have stored away half a beef the other day when he stopped Clark Griffith's conversational con-versational aperture with a bony fipt. Tim Hurst is the Jim Jeffries of the diamond. dia-mond. He is afraid of nothing that walks or talks and he is always fit as a fiddle for a tight. Just what Griffith said to him is a matter of conjecture; what Tim did to Griff la baseball history. Hurst is regarded as one of the best umpires in the business. A good Judge of base lay 8, nearly perfect in deciding balls 1 and strikes, not to be bulldozed by Irate players, cool headed as a general thing, he Is Just the sort of Individual needed for the trying position he occupies. Hurst used to umpire in the National league. During a game at Cincinnati the fans berated him in a manner scandalous to hear. Beer is sold in the stands at Cincinnati Cin-cinnati and some wild-eyed boozy fan threw a beer glass at him. That was the signal for a shower of beer glasses. Hurst stood his ground and finally picked up a glass and hurled it Into the stands, cutting cut-ting a gash in the head of one of his tormentors. tor-mentors. Then the police held the crowd back. In Cleveland one day a particularly offensive of-fensive fan roasted Hurst until forbearance forbear-ance ceased to be a virtue and Tim climbed up into the stand and caught his tormentor and neid him tin a policeman came and ejected the fan from the grounds. . During a game at Baltimore years ago Hurst was nagged by the Baltimore players play-ers for nine long innings. Along In the seventh Inning he walked over to the Baltimore bench and announced: "I'll be up at yoor dressin' rooms afther th' game an' take yees on wan at a time till I've licked all of yez. Don't forget that." v Tim was as good as his word In appearing appear-ing at the dressing-room, where he Invited In-vited the players Individually and collectively collec-tively to come out and be whipped, but hostilities, went no further. Hurst's repartee la fluoted in the various vari-ous leagues as the best of diamond wit. He was umpiring a game in St. Louis and Joe Sugden, (h old-time catcher, had loaned him a mask and protector. Tim didn't umpire exactly to suit Joe, and every time he passed as he came in from the coaching lines Sugden would remark: "Tim, don't forget that is my mask and chest protector you are wearing." The remark became rather monotonous to Hurst, and after the seventh inning he turned to Joe and said: "Certain persons won't be needing chest, protectors and masks much longer." And Joe said no more during the game. Hurst tells this story on himself: ' "I was umpiring a game in Boston when an- involved and difficult play came up. It took me several seconds to straighten out the angles. While I was thus engaged I saw Tebeau running toward me. " 'Go back! 'Go back!' I yelled at him. Leave me alone now. I want to think.' " 'Listen, Mr. Hurst.' he said. Think of that from Pat. 'Mr. Hurst!' Then, facing fac-ing me around so that all cultured people In Boston's grand stand could hear him, Patsy said: - ' ' " 'Be careful, now, Mr. Hurst Tour fu- . :- ; Js ;' : : w '.: |