seven o'clock
He crossed over to the home plate and pounded the earth with the end of his bat . `` All right , boys , '' he called . `` Play ball ! '' * * * * * Louis Birsky limped wearily from the cutting room , where he had been busy since seven o'clock exercising the functions of his absent designer . `` Oo-ee ! '' he exclaimed as he reached the firm 's office . `` I am stiff like I would got the rheumatism already . ''