I saw "Babe" Cranfield play at the Commodore Hotel back in 1966 or 1967, in a straight pool championship. I was a rookie spectator and had no idea who this balding man was. What I do remember was that he got an opening and came to the table and shot a ball in. He shook his head in a disapproving sort of way and looked at the referee, who was Cue Ball Kelley, and frowned. So then he got down and shot the next ball and the cue ball rolled a bit, and once again there was an expression of dissatisfaction. This went on for several racks. Finally "Babe" had about eighty-five balls in his run and was showing no signs of stopping and I tumbled to the joke. Inside I said to myself, "Oh, I get it! This guy is never going to be in position--to hear him tell it--no matter how many balls he runs!''
I never met Babe Cranfield, but I gather from everything that I have read that he was a pleasant man who exhibited none of this querulousness when he was not trying to get pinpoint position in a championship.
A few years ago, in a poolroom in Canandaigua, NY, I found a list of rules for a straight pool league which, I believe, had been drawn up by Arthur Cranfield. I believe that one of them was that you had only twenty-five seconds or so to shoot your next shot--if I remember correctly.
PS: Shouldn't somebody do a biography of or a film about Ralph Greenleaf?