“Don’t believe he ever had an uncle!”
These were some of the cries that greeted Ford.
Bang! Bang! went the gavel, and order was finally restored, but Fenton did not again venture to address the chair.
“Mr. Chairman,” began Jerry Jackson once more, and this time he secured a hearing, and was recognized. “I wish to place in nomination,” he went on, “a manager who, I am sure, will fulfill the duties in the most acceptable manner; one who knows the game from home plate to third base, who has had large experience, who is a jolly good fellow—who——”
“Who is he?”
“Name him!”
“Don’t be so long-winded about it!”
“Tell us his name!”
“He’s going to name Ford’s uncle!”