The Jeffersonian. [volume] (Stroudsburg, Pa.) 1853-1911, 1874-11-12
Base Ball.

Base Ball.
All summer long the antique ex-mem-
bers of the old Stroudsburg Base Ball Club
have been criticising the conduct and play
of the Tom Collins club. On pleasant
evenings the veteran base ballists might be
seen congregated in the neighborhood of
Ruster's Block, or little farther down
town near the 'Hemlock Tree" recountlng
s'our" wonderful victories, and recalling
such miraculous catches, astonishing hits,
and marvellous throws, as the youth OF the
present generation never dreamed Of ''Say,
Dory, do you remember that hit, Ad made
up to Milford My didn't that ball so, II
it hadn hit Trinity Church steeple it
would have struck so near Liverpool 1t
would have foated ashore" Of course the
Collins boys didn't believe all these yarns
and expressed as much, whereupon ''ye
antiques would wR indignant and declare
that if we had our old nine here now we
would just tear you up" BY degrees these
patriarchs up to the requisite pitch and
they declared they could and aooatld ''warm
these young upstarts" The day was set
last Friday-but about Thursday they be-
gan to show symptoms Of backing out,
"could mt get the nine together" they said.
"Pete" declared he had lot of watches
which needed to be fixed ''like time, and
he must labor The tall Benjamin, of the
tribe of Jacob, had worked so hard in
running the Democratic part to victory in
the borough that he could not trust his
pedal extrenities in game of bal" )"
"Horry" was up at the stone quarry, and
the game had evidently slumped through
The Collins lads we're disappointed, having
set their hearts on making it hot for the
old timers. On Friday morning the wiry,
little ex-catcher of the old nine stepped
briskly into the room where the Capt of
the "Plaid Stockings was sitting and asked
with smile ''Do you fellows want to play
ball this afternoon? eyes SIR promptly
answered Capt. "All right, will play you" ;"
quoth the veteran and started off, smiling
more than ever. The Collins ballist be-
thought him he saw something crafty in
that smile and hailed its wearer.' | say,
you've doubtless heard the statement that
certain class of Waters run deep, now you
hav mt been and engaged Capt Loder and
his Scranton hirelings, have you ?'' "Pooh !!
No. Loder is suffering from fits of
melancholy and is under the care of q
physician who fears he has become a con-
irmed hypochondriac. After dinner the
aged candidates for base ball honors, assem-
bled, and though there were couple Of
absentees, they started for the Fair Ground,
marching two and two, followed by an
admiring crowd of little boys, in which our
colored population was largely represented.
On arriving at then destination, the
absentees were still wanting, and one of
them said something about the BELLS
aringing for Sarah and they'd ought to
keep their promises arlttle better The
gentle Buffalo" knight of the razor and
lather brush, was nominated umpire, and
the game began. The playing of the
veterans, the marvellous agility with which
they lodged all swift balls, the magnificent
manner in which they struck owty beggaFs
description. They began to get violent
and the umpire gathered up bat and
began to edge towards the fence The
farther they fell behing the more wrosh they
waxed. 'Doly" especially was vehement,
our worthy Dist, Atty. alone maintained
his habitual calmness and dignity Dark
ness finally put an end to the game with
out bloodshed. Score Al to ii in favor cf
the Collins.
INNINGS,
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1t is rumored that Bob Davis's Coon"
will be the next victims Of the ''patriarclls. ="