The Pickens sentinel. [volume] (Pickens, S.C.) 1871-1903, 1883-09-20
TAKING ALL OF THE CAKE.
A WE'LL DRAWN PICTURE OF VICTORY
a. ' .sr AND DEFEAT.
The Boy Bnse Ball Ciub and the Welcome
Homo 10 Receives. P.

Aho ooy buHc bHIl 0;Iub und tho welcome
Homo t Receives.
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I There is probably 20 prouder period
In the life of "a boy than when he first
! belongs TO a base ball club sd puts OH
Il red cap and goes with his club to an
adjoining town to play match against
% rival club. To boy Of twelve years
there is no position on earth that he
would exchange for that of pitcher of
such q club. Tho other day the editor
Of The Sun was going into the country,
and victorious boy base bail club, that
had just defeated another club, got on
! tho train at station to go home, and
| the pride that was visible on the faces
Of the victorious boys was only equaled
by the look Of sadness on the faces of
the boys belonging to the rival club
which was ut the depot to see the visi-
tors of. Residents of the defeated vii
laee, grown persons, Were ut the depot,
smiling sickly smiles at the victorious
| boys, as they got on the cars for the re-
| turn home, and the same citizens looked
cross at their own, boys who were do
feated, and as the train moved off with
tho elated red caps, the loca' blue caps
skunk to their homes down bach streets,
their heads down, anxious to get out Of
sight of the neighbors, who were
ashamed of them because they got beat.
The defeated town actually had
gloomy, forsaken look, rs though q
great calamity had bcfallen the commu-
| nifty. The local squire, who was on the
| depot platform, and who had acted as
umpire OF the game, seemed to feel tho
prevailing sadness, as though he feared
his community would lay the defeat to
oly ,lr n, l.
ut critical moment of the game, but
there was look Of conscious Innocence
on his face, as though he felt that he
had done as he would be done bv, and
was willing to suffer martyrdom If reed
be, ut the hands Of his disappointed and
| gricved ncighbors The bus driver who
had brought the visitors to the depot,
was also gricvcd, and when bow be.
longing to the defeated club, E,1t into
tho bus to ride down town, the driver
sad, "Hcre, you go out of that bus.
| you arc no good,' and the poor boy.
who had run his legs off, felt the shame
that comes to the unsuccessful lnborer
| in this world, and he crawlcd out OF the
| bus, tho laughing stock of the crowd.
| Tho editor of the local paper was Mt the
depot, and he looked as though the de-
feat was fearful blow to him, and it
seemed as though his next week 3 paper
would contain sarcastic article al the
| throwing of the gnmn by the umpire,
whose wifes sistor lives Mt the success.
| full town.
Bnt how different it was on the cars,
with the successful club. Citizens who
had accompanied the boys to the camp
of tho enemy were all smiles, and made
| constant inquiries rs to the bruises of the
short STOP the sprain Of the first base
man, the black eye of the catcher, which
he wore proudly, and all was happiness.
| The players who We're so tired they
wanted to lay down, walked up and
down the cars with ball bats, and can
vas bag bases the pitcher held the ball
| in his hand, and couldn't help tossing Ia
up lo+h" top of the car to catch it ns il
came down, wliMe neighbors woilld look
OH from the other end of the car and
say, "I1e is q daisy" Tho dirty, ner-
spring boys were very happy, happier
than the president, or any millionaire IN
earth 1t showed tie difference between
success and failure Better than any small
thing we ever saw.
The train approached the station
where the boys lived, and all was hurry.
They hurried through the car. and
tried to suppress the smile of satisfac-
tlon, or look digntied, MS though defeat
ing rival ball clubs was an every dav
occurrence with them, which did not
clatc them at al. But when the train
stopped, and half the tom was at the
depot to meet the viz tas, and they
wore welcomed with Iilcs, and hand
shakes, and mothers would pick out
their boys, who went away in the morn
ing so clean, and camo back Mt evening
SO dirty and kiss them, the boys looked
rs thongh, that was n familiarity thew
could not encourage, and they would
pull away from the loving mothers, and
get into the crowd where they could be
chcer2d by ystout lungs, instead of being
kissed. The local editor of the victori.
Gus town, was there with his umbrella,
and his face was all smiles, anh he shook
hands with the boys as though they had
brought the millennium back with them
ins.Nad of lame backs.
AS the train moved off, and tho vicT
torious baseball boys were formed in
line, to march down town, one cnrrS-
ing n broom, as n token that they hafl
"clcanci out" their rivals, and the ofd
men standing around laughing, and a9t-
ing as though the couHtry was safe, ghd
old and young women, and girls, looking
on lovingly, and waving handkcrctic
ut the victorious, hnppy-hearted kids, it
reminded us Of n regiment returning
from the war. Few of those who vel,
comcd their victors, thought of thepoor
defeated fellows Of the other side, who
were carrying heavy hearts about with
them. 1t is so with everything, every
where. Success is what takes the cake,
while failure takes the crumbs. Boys.
always succeed, if you can but rcmem-
ber the next time the other crowd may
wipe you out, md then you will know
how it is yourselves.