The Richmond palladium. [volume] (Richmond, Ind.) 1855-1875, 1867-07-25
From the Lacrosse Dsmocrat.
BRICK POMEROY ON BASE BALL.
AS A BASE BALLIsT.


and pretty, now suffused with the Egyp-
tian bushes. Then look into those op-
tics and tell us tales of sympathy.-
And look at that Mount Tom on our
right cheek-bone. Base ball That is
the row.
1t came about thus. Secondary de-
ployment is too shirksome for the sys
tenn. The doctor said we needed exer
cise- Doctor knows. He told US to join
base ball, we joined. Bought book Of
instructions, and for five days studied it
wisely, it not too well. Then we bought
sugar scoop cap, q red belt, q green
shirt, yellow trousers, pumpkin colored
shoes, paper collar and purple neck
| tie, and with lot of other delegates,
moved gently to the ground.
There were two mines. These mines
were antagonists. The ball is pretty
little drop of softness, the size of
goose-egg, and five degrees harder than
brick. The two mines play against
each other. It is a quiet game, much
like chess, only little more chase than
chess.
There was an umpire. His position is
hard one. He sits On box and yells
"fowl." His duty is severe. @
took the bat 1t is a murderous play-
thing, descended from Pocahontas to the
head of John Smith. The man in front
of me was pitcher. He was a nice
pitcher, but he sent the balls hot The
man behind me was catcher. He caught
it too!
The umpire said play It is the most
radical play know of, this base ball.
Saving cord wood is moonlight rambles
beside base ball. So the pitcher sent
ball toward me. 1t looked pretty COM
ing, SO let it come. Then he sent an
other. hit it with the club, and hove it
gently upward. Then started to walk
to the first base The ball lit in the
| pitcher, or his hands, and somebody
said he caught fly. Alas, poor fy! I
walked leisurely toward the base. An
| other man took the bat turned to see
how he was making it, and a mule kick.
ed me on the cheek. The man said it
was the ball. It felt like a mule, and
| reposed on the grass. The ball went
on!
Pretty soon there were two more flies.
and three of US flew out. The other
nine came in, and US nine went out
This was better. Just as I was standing
on my dignity in the left field, hot ball
as they called it, came skyrocketing to-
ward me. My captain yelled take it,
FASTENED gently forward to where
the ball was aiming to descend. have
a good eye to measure distances, and
saw at glance where the little erolite
was to light put up my hands. How
sweetly the ball descended. Everybody
looked-I felt something warm in my
eye! "Muffin!" yelled ninety fellers,
Muffin be id! It's a cannon ball ~
For three days I've had two pounds of
raw beef on that eye, and yet paineth.
Then wanted to go home, but my
gentle captain said '.nay." So mayed
and stayed. Pretty soon it was my
strike. "Brick to the bat :" yelled the
umpire. I went, but not all serene as
my wont. The pitcher sent in one hip
high. / missed it, He sent in another
neck high. It struck me in the gullet.
"Fowl," yelled the umpire. He sent in
the ball again. This time I took it square
and sent it down the right field, through
a parlor Windows kerosene lamp, and
rip up against the head of an infant who
was quietly taking its--nap in his or
its mothers arms. Then slung the
bat and meandered forth to the first base.
I heard high words and looked When
I slung the bat had with it broken the
jaw of the the umpire and was fined ten
cents.
The game went on. liked it. It il
SO much fun to run from base to base
just in time to be put out, or to chase a
ball three fourths of mile down hill,
while all the spectators yell 'muffin!' go
it, home run3 go round again |! or go
round a dozen times. Base ball is
sweet little game. When it came my
turn to bat again. noticed everybody
moved back about ten rods The new
umpire retreated twelve rods. He was
timid! The pitcher sent 'em in hot. Hot
balls in time of war are good; but don't
like 'em too hot for fun. After q while 1
got fair clip at it, aud you bet it went,
cutting the daisies down the right field
A fat man and his dog sat in the shade
Of an oak enjoying the game. The ball
broke one leg of the dog and landed
like runaway. engine in the corpo-
rosity Of the fat man. He was taken
home to die.
Thal. went on n douhIo c.r.inlr T., 4he