The Pickens sentinel. [volume] (Pickens, S.C.) 1871-1903, 1883-09-20
TAKING ALL OF THE CAKE
A WELL DRAWN PICTURE OF VICTORY
a. - AND DEFEAT. - 4'ss
Tho Boy Bnse Ball Ciab RDd tho Welcome
Homo it Receives.

The Boy Bhse Ball Ciab md tho Welcome
| Home, it Receivcs.
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( There is probably no prouder period
in the life Of h boy than when he first
! belongs to base ball club I'D puts on
n red cap and goes with his Club to an
adjoining town to play match against
u rival club. To boy of twelve years
there Is no position on earth that he
would exchange for that of pitcher Of
such club. The other day the editor
Of The Sun was going into the country,
and q victorious boy base bail club, that
had just defeated another club, got ON
the 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 at the depot to see the yisi-
tors off, Residents of the defeated vii.
laRe, grown persons, were ut the depot,
smiling sickly smiles ut 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 We're do
featcd, and as the train moved off with
tho elated red caps, the loca Glue caps
SUNK to their homes down baCE streets.
their heads down, anxious to get out Of
sight of the neighbors, who we're
| ashamed of them because they got beat.
The defeated town actually had q
| gloomy, forsakcn look, rs though G
| great calamity had befallen the oommu-
! nifty. The local squire, who was on the
| depot platform, and who had acted as
umpire Of the game, seemed to feel the
prevailing sadness, rs though he feared
his community would lay the defeat to
him, and make remarks about his ruling
I Mt n 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 by. and
was willing to suffer martyrdom If reed
be, Mt the hands of his disappointed and .
gricvcd ncighhors. The bus driver who
mad brought the visitors to the depot,
was also grlcvcd, and when boy be.
longing to the defeated club, E,1t into
tho bus to ride down town, the driver
sad, Here, you go out of that bus,
you arc no good and the poor boy,
who had ruI his legs off, felt the shame
that comes to the unsuccessful laborer
in this world, and he crawlcd out of the
bus, the laughing stock of the crowd.
The editor of the local paper was at the
depot, and he looked rs though the de-
| feat was II fearful blow to him, and it
seemed as though his next weeks paper
would contain sarcastic article "ri the
| throwing of the game by tie umpire,
| whose wifcs sistot lives Mt the success
| full town.
But how different it was on the cars,
J with the successful club. Citizens who
had accompanied the boys to the camp
of the 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, aud all was happiness.
| The players who were so tired they
wanted to lay down, walked up and
down tho cars with bail bats, and cam
vas bag bases the pitcher held the ball
in his nand, and couldn't help tossing Il q
up lothn top of the car to catch it ns it
came down, wlnae neighbors woild look "
on from the other end Of the car and
say, "lIe is a daisy" The dirty. per.
spring boys were very happy, happier
than the president, or any millionaire on
earth. 1t showed the difference between
success and failure better than any small
thing we ever saw.
The train approached the station
where the boys lived, and nil was hurry.
They hurried through the cor, and
tried to suppress the smile of satisfac
ton, or look digniticd, MS though defeat
ing rival ball clubs was an every dov
occurrence with them, which did not
clute them at all But when tho train
stopped, and half the 'n-7n was at the
depot to meet the Wis t&s, and they
were welcomed with Iilcs, and hand
shakes, and mothers would pick out
their boys, who went away. in tho morn-
ing SO clean, and camo back Mt evening
so dirty, and kiss them, the boys looked
| l,nI
could not encourage, and they would
pull away from tho loving mothers, and
get into the crowd where they could be
chccr2d by stout lungs, instead of being
kissed The local editor of tho victori-
Gus town, was there with Ills umbrella,
and his face was all smiles, anti he shook
hands with the boys rs though they had
brought the millennium back with them
instoad of lame backs. \
As the train lcoved off, and the vicy
torious baSe-bal. boys were formed ip
line, to march down town, one carrH-
ing broom, as n token that they hdd
"clcanca out their rivals, and the cd
men standing around laughing, and a3t
ing as thougha the cOu}ltry was safe, dnd
Old and young women, and girls looklns
on lovingly, and waving handkcrclhets
ut the victorious, happy-hearted kids, 1t
reminded us of q regiment returning
from the war. Few of those who well
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 tho crumbs. Boys.
always succeed, if you can, but rcmem-
bcr the next time the other crowd may
wipe you out, and then you will know
how it is yourselves.