Williams scoured the hills up from the river with Rolf Rohwer, who was a tireless, meticulous hunter. Williams especially liked him, so he thought nothing of engaging him in the merciless kidding that he confers on his friends.
One afternoon Williams was told, "Listen, you've got to start calling people by their right names. You called Terwilliger 'Trahilliger' all season."
"No, I didn't. I called him Twig most of the time."
"And it's not Ralph, it's Rolf."
"What? Well, you can say it the way you want. I believe in pronouncing the a's."
"There ain't no a's in it, it's R-o-l-f," said Rohwer.
Williams looked at him. "German, huh?"
"Now you're getting it."
"Lousy Hun," said Williams.
"How did a nice guy like you ever get along with 25 sensitive ballplayers?" Rolf said.