Morning journal and courier., 1889-04-10
BASE BALL TO PUNCH,S EYES. How the MYstiaed Rr1tOn Thinks ths
 Game Ranks with Cricket.
From Puuch1


 Wonder how "An America and ''Chica- go' like playing their great national game in fog on mud-swamp. What 8 lot of left handers Fine built fellows, though, and natty dress Look at that broad shouldered downer! He's not spotless now, either; plastered with Surry slime from neck to an- kle. Doesn't seem to half like it. What are they up toa Look to me like lot of tipsy fellows in fog. Somebody sprawling every half minute. Findit difficult to follow the score at alls Br-r-rl it is cold, All outa Why, hardly knew they were in. Secret Nothinga And after all that scampsring and stumbhngl Rum game this!
 An! that's good spankl First fair hit Pve seen. But what a skyarl Caught Why, of course; dropped into fields hands as easi- ly as an egg into cup. What are they do- ing now2 An! there's swipel Run, sir, run!N Why, he never stirss Foul hitsa Oh! hang it all What with misses. and fouls, and skyers, and stumbles, and other mys- te1ious movements I can't understand, they don't seem to score at all! It may be all very scientific, but we "duI't get no forrsder." '" Yes, they do catch well, certainly, and throw straight, only nothing seems to come of it.
 Pitcher throws as if he were pelting frogs in pool. As to catcher, he looks cross a diver. Game resembles a Rlorihed-and more dsngerous-r -rounders, only nobody has made "rounder" yet, as far as as can see. Gr-r-r! it's cold, yes, and ''slow," distinctly slow! Without the prolong charm ef crlck- ct, the swift, short excitement of football, but with all the tedium of the one and all the matchmaking of the other.
 What, all overt Why they've doae coth ing yet. Ohl interval of 10 minutes, eh? To take breath and talk to the prince, sup- pose. Hope H. R H, enjoys it inside the pavilion. I don't outside.
 Out sgalna Well, let's hope they'll make it little more lively this time. Don't look as spick- -and-span as they did at first. Too much Oval mud about them. Why are they always tumbling over those india rubber hotwater cushions-(oh, bases are theyD- and driving themselves 80 dreadiully. Part of the gamei Humph! Probable, but hardly explanatory. Hooray! First genuine what at cricket we should call a'swipe to the boundary" for-how many, four or six is E ita Ehl Whata Game altogether only five s to twos Oh! dash it all, that's too draggy. Worse than Scotton at the wickets. Humphl Slow again. And, by Joye, ! rain. Think I shall do likewise, for Pm | cold as ice, can't see anything but muddle H and mist, and don't feel to care much for \ seeing anything more. Eh: Games at an | end! We'll, well-and who's wont Don't knowl Neither do Thor care. Smart fel- lows, quick as cats, and straight as catapults
 Should think they'd make splendid "6elds, rattling "thrown is," and superb "catches' at cricket. But their skill seems all chucked away at this game. ''More scientif ! ic than cricketi' Boshi 'Likely to be popu. \ lar in this country.' Walker! Fancy { grown up rounders, with few hits snG
 scarcely any score, superseding willow ane
 stumps! Don't understand the game! We'll
 DO. dare say not, and up to now, somehow ! don't seem to want to.