The Salt Lake herald. [volume] (Salt Lake City [Utah]) 1870-1909, 1898-04-26

AS to 1n-sbootS, as TO out-shoots, all the
inns and outs he knew:
To the mysteries OF drop balls he quickly
found . ciew- fnt
Oh, he smashed the bail like lightning,
and he let it go at that
It had 10 go like lightning with Sagasta
at the bat.
Well, he thought he'd struck a pudding
of the genius known as plum;
To tell the truth, the Yankee club was
slightly on the bum.
Mckinley in delivery al times was weak
and wild;
And Woodfords work at second was a
fright-to draw it mild
Laid off was Catcher Sherman-hadn' I
caught for quite q time;
Indeed. some years had interviewed be-
tween him and his prime.
For fielders-Johnny Long, Russie Alger
and the like;
The fancy OF the grand stand, if they
tried. they couldn't strike.
In fact the team lacked training; hadn't
rid itself of fat;
Especially twas shaky-with Sagasta at
the bat.
On first Lee doomed giant, though. the
Yankee of them all.
Twas worth the whole admission fee to
see him grab the ball.
Hot grounders? In his fingers all the
hottest grounders froze;
He caught all sorts of fouls and flies; he
reached the widest throws;
He covered half the diamond; he was
everywhere at once,
Bracing up the Yankee fielders-he'd put
ginger in Ounce.
To see him play. the grand stand, sayl
it went clean crazy mad;
The bleechers yelled and screeched and
screamed with every lung they had.
And when he wasn't moving, he was al
ways standing pat
Lee never got excited with Sagasta at the
bat.
Observe, Sagasta's at the bat, McKinley's
in tho box.
Mckinley starts the pitching in a style
quite orthodox.
He twists himself all out of shape; de-
livers hot the ball;
'Twould suit batter twenty feet or such
a matter tall;
He tries again. an out curve; IL out a
The grand stand loudly murmurs; the
kids yell Judas Priest!
Again he tries; a drop ball; it drops
SagaSta Interchangeable that he give
il to him straight;
Now little Day, the catcher, with mo-
scuats, expectant. at the rear of old Sa-
gasta at the bat.
It's getting down to cases-will he get his
base on balls2
Is the pitcher going to pieces? The secret
fear appalls.
Mckinley rubs the ball in sand; he takes
dnOIHeI pIaCt.
The ball flies sure and true at last. and
at a fearful pace:
Sagasta strikes-he lifts the ball-he's
running down to first
The Spaniards dance for very JOY, they re
yelling fit TO burst;
But what is that the umpire cries? A
FOUL Come back. come back
Come back here. Sag, your hit, you see,
is sadly out of whack.
We've got a righteous umpire, we know
Just where you re at
You're not at first at all, for still. SaSas-
ia 8 at the bat
But refusing to go back, begosh, he's
talking back instead
If any Yankee intervenes, he'll punch ,
him in the head.
The Yanks accept the bluff. hooray,
they've jumped the Spanish gang
The game is now transmitted into one OF
biff and bang.
Slug, We Yankee sluggers-just see the |
SDaniards drop:
Wherever there is fighting, the Yankees |
are on top;
And look at that, the umpire! the Lord |
is on our side
He is taking pounds OF vengeance out of |
every Spaniard's hide,
To the Lord and TO the Yankees, every |
man takes off his hat
rhere'u be no further trouble with Sa-
gasta at the bat.
&C. H. E., in Anaconda Standard.