One of the nearly 20,000 books in the National Baseball Hall of Fame Library is a volume published in 1911 and titled “Humor Among the Minors: True Tales from the Baseball Brush.” In the book, career minor leaguer-turned-author Eddie Ashenbach (sometimes misspelled “Ashenback”) reminisces about his two decades in professional baseball. One story he recounts is titled “An Alias That Did Not Last Long.”
 

On my champion Scranton club of 1906 I had a young outfielder that Manager [John] McGraw of the Giants was kind enough to send on to me for further development. Graham was not much of a batsman, but was chain lightning on the bases and in the outfield. He had some scruples about playing Sunday baseball, his father having strictly forbidden him to play on the Sabbath. My club was then a contender for the championship, and the fight promised to be a close one. I could ill afford to lose his services on the Sabbath, as we usually played a double-header on that day, so I prevailed upon him to play under an assumed name. Graham consented to this proposition and decided to play under the name of Wright. He was quite a fighter while in the game and his aggressiveness once led him into a fracas on a bright Sunday at Scranton when he and the umpire indulged in a battle of fisticuffs in the middle of the diamond. On another Sunday at Syracuse, Graham, alias Wright, had a glorious day at the bat. Out of four times up, he hit out a home run, two three-base-hits and a single. He was very much pleased at his big day's work, and after the fourth time at bat he rushed wildly up to the press-box saying to the reporters, “Look here, boys, my name is not Wright today, it's Graham.” Four hits killed off the alias.