Robinson Out

Shrewd, humble, honest and prodigiously rotund, Wilbert Robinson has been manager of the Brooklyn Baseball team, named for him "the Robins," since 1913. Before that, as catcher for the Baltimore Orioles, most celebrated team in baseball history, he once bit off an injured thumb so he could finish a game. Last week, the directors of the Brooklyn Club, possibly the most valuable property in the National League, decided they needed a new manager, selected one Maximillian Carnarius ("Max Carey"), onetime Pittsburgh outfielder.

Sixty-four-year-old Wilbert Robinson is so well known in Brooklyn that, when his team is losing, citizens stop him on the street, tell him to wear a hat because his brains are dusty. When the directors held their meeting, he was at Dover Hall, his estate in Georgia, where he spends the winters hunting deer, ducks, or turkey, and tippling old corn whiskey with his friends. Though he grunted when he heard the news, Wilbert Robinson could not have been much startled. His mortal enemy, Stephen W. McKeever, chairman of the board of directors, has been urging his discharge for years. Another faction in the Club's ownership, composed of heirs to the estate of the late Charles H. Ebbets, upheld Robinson till this year when the Robins, favored to win the pennant, finished fourth.

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