The Rock Island Argus. (Rock Island, Ill.) 1877-1885, 1883-09-14
THE NATIONAL GAME.
The Supervisors and Bookkeepers Play
a Short Game---A Policeman
on Base Ball.

on Base Ball.
After the adjournment of the board OF
supervisors yesterday afternoon, they
signified their intention of playing the
much talked of game with the book
keepers. Accordingly the four o'clock
street car was taken for the Stars new
grounds, Mr.. Bailey Davenport granting
them the privilege of using it for the
occasion. After a few minutes spent in
practicing, the game commenced, with
Dr. Eyster acting as umpire. Only four
innings were played when the score stood
80 to s in favor of the bookkeepers. 1t
is simply impossible to describe the game,
which was regular hippodrome exhibi-
ton. The number of spectators was
quite limited, but they laughed until they
grew tired, and fully appreciated the cir
Gus that was going on. Some of the
supervisors had never played game of
ball before, and the manner in which
they went about it was strikingly funny.
They wish today, no doubt, that they had
never played base ball, as they say it is a
good deal harder than threshing oats It
is doubtful whether some of them will get
over the effects of the game by the time
the board meets again, If the county
hospital building was erected, one or two
of the supervisors would be under, the
nurses care today,
The High school nine reorganized last
evening aud elected Charlie Ramskill
captain. They have arranged game
with the bookkcepers for tomorrow after
noon.
The St. Louis Dispatch's imaginary po-
licemap, Magoogin, about whom so much
fun is mentioned, has given his opinion OF
the national game. To the reporters
questions he says:
''Faith'n We kudn't tell me annythin
else I'd be half so willin' to believe, Fopi. !"
said the policeman, smiling. "Divil a bit
av me uver gev We credit fur KNOWN
much, an fwhat little ye do know l sup
pose kud pat in my eye. But about
base bawl uy'rybody saims to know some
thin now, and them as knows laist make
| the most Mise talkin' about it. Begorrai
| never saw people runnin so void afther
annythin in all me morthial days afore.
They've got base bawi on the brain, an
We can't sit down in horse car or go into
salyune to see the tonne of day, but
sum crank Il tackle We an want to know
how many base hits Threelegged Tommy
med in the game wild the Yallow -hommers,
or fwhether Johnny Reilly pied properly
| fwen he threw the bawl to fusht base an
let man kun home from third fwhile
the right fielder was chasin' over to the
fnce thryin to ketch up wild
Johnny's bad throw. Min that ye'd think
'ould have a great dale av common sinse
go about all day long talkin' av nothin'
else but jurors, home runs, double baggers
an the loike. an uv'ry grocery shtore an
dhry goods house in town has its nome
that goes out saturdays an Sundays to
play on the peraries, an then to wurrick
Monday mswrnin' so sore an sorry that
they're not able to do ha'p'orth durin'
the resht av the walk. An, musha, bad
luck to thin! Aiven the naygurs are
maxim fools av themselves also. Sure an
didn't see thin playin' wild fwhoite men
al the Grand Aveneo park lasht Sund'y
I-noine av them black as Paddy Hines
pig, peggln' away at the ball an havin'
their Caucasian opponints runuin afther
it all over the field.
''Divil dang me, Fopi. aft l can Under
sthand fwhy able bodied min that could
sit around salune all day waitin' to be
axed up to dhrink rather than goin' out to
arm the price av glass av beer or two,
will chase around in the sun for three or
four hours, runnin' their legs off, and in
dangerin' the only hicks an limbs they'v
got be sthandin' in the way az the balls
that come so swift they would knock
a horse down. Be heavens there
don't seem to be anything dom but
thryin' To xii aich other. You would
think the pitcher 'oald lose his arm uv'ry
tonne he throws ball, an aft it don't hit
the man at the bat in the shmall av the
back the ketcher is in big look that il
don't take two or three av his fingers aft
Be all that's holy, me brave Eye-talian,
frind, I'd no morn sthand in front av war
av thin balls, tossed by Mullane OF
Maginnis av the Browns, no mathel
fwether / had me head in cage or not
than I'd thry to fly he jumpin' down of a
church shtayple. I'd suner shtand in thu
crowd and hooray wild the resht at the
lunattics til me throat was sore The
Browns, be the way, kun to graft in
Philydelfy yistherdoy. Troth'n I'm afeart
it's not the only tonne they'll be badly
baiten afore the years out. an af they
shutters amy more defaits gud bye to the
pinnant. | know a dozen min herr
whose heartsll break aft the Brown.
don't get fusht place, an as far as | an
individually consumed, Fopi, it's me OWL
furm opinion that the club owes some
thing to its admoirers, here in Saint
Lyouis. an aft they can't bring home thu
pinnant be heavens they ought Of lais
bring Mary Churchill back an aise tina
part of the public moind at at any rate.
Yesterdays league games resulted a
follows;
Philadelphia Cleveland. 1; Phladel.
phia, 0.
Boston-Boston, 3; Chicago, /.
Providence Providence, 8; Detroit, 6
New York Buffalo, New York, gam
postponed by rain
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