When, O Frisco, do you mean to cease abusing our patience? How long is that madness of yours still to attempt to mock us? When is there to be an end of that unbridled audacity of yours, swaggering about as it does now? Do not the SGs of the nation, do not the fans throughout the country, do not the looks and countenances of Austin fans have any effect upon you? Do you not feel that your lack of plans is detected? Do you not know you are powerless by the knowledge which everyone here possesses? What did you do last season, the season before, what design was there which was adopted by you, with which you think any one of us is unacquainted?
O the times! O the customs! The league is aware of these things; the commissioner sees them; and yet this team exists. Exists! Yes, it even comes to McKalla.
Among us you can dwell no longer—we will not bear it, we will not permit it, we will not tolerate it. We shall make this clear in June.