Mexico weekly ledger., 1877-12-13
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SIS you the editor:'
The writer looked up from the desk
on two small gamins with dirty faces,
who had entered the sanctum and
stood nervously twitching their rag
ged caps before him.
eyes, sir. What do you want!'
"Well, you see, the Irish Boys
and the Silver Stars had a game of
ball to-day, and we kinder thought as
we'd like to have it published"
lis that really so? / knew these
two crack clubs were going to play,
but 1 thought it was next week. To
which club do you helong:"
1--WE belong to the Silver Stars.
I'm ketcher and he's shortstop. And
we walked them f~ellers, didn't we,
Bill:'' "You bet" responded Bill.
"Why didn't you say SO before? The
Irish Boys is a good-enOugh club,
but by Jove, give ME the Silver
Stars Why, I'm delighted to meet
both of YOU" and the editor rose up,
shook both of them warmly by the
hands, and yelled for the printers
devil to bring the gentlemen chairs.
The two rcdoubtable Silver Stars
looked at each other very much per-
| picked, and seemed at a loss whether
| to sit down or to dash out of the
office. Finally they adopted the for
mer plan, and pulling their chairs
over near the door, SO as to be ready
to dart out at the first sign of hostlli-
ties, sat suspiciously cycling the edl-
tor. who entrenched himself behind
q mass of paper, pencil in hand.
".Now, then, tell me all about the
rame, and I'll write it down.
"'Wcll, the Irish Boys they vas
braggin' they could beat us, and We
said we had twenty-five cents that
they couldn't. We played 'em and
give 'em six goose eggs"
"Ol now, boys" said the editor.
ssdon't tell any lies. 1t Is wrong tt
lie. Where conId you get goose
eors this time of the year?"
The catcher and the shortstop o
the Silver Stars looked at the editor
in amazement, and then seemed tt
be mentally deciding~that he was al
internal idiot.
eve mean t say,' continued tho
catcher of the Silver Stars, who wa
first to recover from the shock tt
which he had been subjected, "tha
we whitewashed EN-"
go, / see,'' said the editor, with
sudden burst of intelligence; "yo'
mt whitewash over them until the.
looked like goose eggs. BY Jove
that was a good idea"
mo" said the catcher OF the Sll
yer Stars, with rising ire, tive skunk
ed ZEN, you know-skunked EN-
ssSkunked 'em-what do you meal
by that?"
1--WE Chicagoed 'em-gin 'em NJ
runs"
so, now / sec," said the editor
almost bursting into a roar of laugh
ter at the look of intense relief which
came over the face of the two Silver
Stars. $50 right on"
"We got right on ter the balls o
the pitcher of the Irish Boys in the
last innins, ard we pounded the life
out of him."
"Hold on" said the editor, rapid
Iy writing. ''Thc Silver Stars stood
on the ball in the last inning, and
almost killed the pitcher of the Irish
Boys when he tried, to get it."
For two whole minutes the Silver
Stars regarded each other in speech
less establishment, then the shortstop
pityingly asked:
sinister, did you ever play base
ball?"
"Very little,' said the editor, maxi
ing herculean efforts to keep his face
straight, shut I'll scratch this out If
it is not all right"
"Course 1t isn't right. We mean
to sny we hit his balls easy; we
knocked 'em harth 4 hit him for
three bags, and made n home run"
"You did?'' said the editor, dash
ing off at "a tremendous rate on the
paper. "The catcher of the Silver
Stars hit three bags with a ball and
made a home rum"
This was too much. The two Sill
yer Stars got up and unanimously
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