The Indianapolis journal. [volume] (Indianapolis [Ind.]) 1867-1904, 1899-06-26
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Twas Sunday noon and a redhot day,
when old Bill Badly to me did say: II hear
they's a ball game on the string. suppose
we go and sec the thing" So we takes our
foot into our hand and on the street car
We did land. and out to the ball park then
We rode, In the midst of a whoppin' street.
car load; there was lawyers and doctors
on the ground and a judge or two was settin'
round, sports and gamblers, gay and free,
and folks from the best societee; the wom-
en-, too, was there by scores and lookin' as
cute as all outdoors. with Sunday clothes
and hats on top that looked jest like a flor
lists shop; also the kids was out in hordes,
a-linin' up on the bleachin' boards Aladdin
to the general mirth and bound to git their
moneys worth; and a lot of guys was out
in the lot, a-battin the ball from spot to
spot; one guy would bat the ball out loose,
and another would run to beat the deuce;
and after this wen on a while a Teller in
blue comes up with a smile. and yells play
ball. with q voice immense, that knocked
three sparrows off the fence; and a Teller
called Barrett grabs a stick, and gets to his
place most tarnal quick, and then he stands
there for a while, and 'four!" the empire
says, with a smile: and Elberfeld, the next
one up. he has more luck than would choke
a pup, he tries to sacrifice, that's all, but
long Frank Motz. he drops the ball; and
Badly turns as white as a sheet, and says,
"Old pard. I know we're beat" and jest
then Barrett comes in on a trot, while Dill
lard flies to the center lot; then George
Hogriever ups and tries and goes to the bad
on one OF them flies, and Captain Allen gets
a hit, but a double play 1t makes him quit;
SO the Tigers try it another while and git
three more In about this style: Slater he
slams 1t for a double and Badly groans and
says Here's %trouble;" then Foreman acts
like the ball was hot and Shaw goes out at
first base-not,a and while all this is bein'done,
Tinroofer gets another run; then comes q hit
that CASTOR makes, anG / sets there and
fairly shakes, and DUNCAN comes and does
the same and adds two more runs into the
game; and there 1 sets and looks around
and nothin' but sad faces found; says i:
IF this don't beat the Jews. It's enough to
drive a man TO booZe:'' but about this time
comes inning four, and you ort to seen them
Hoosiers score; ii made me feel like a young
galoot. and whoop and howl and howl and
boot; Frank Motz he bats her for one base,
Netherlands triple next takes place. and that
woke up that weepin' crowd. and all OF US
hollered right out loud; and Ace he gifts a
base on balls and Hickey on a single falls,
which the same 1t let's Mcfarland in and
all the while 1 roots like sin; and then the
pitcher he throws Wild and Kahoe over
George, you're late;" which was ALTERED
hard on him, for he'd worked his job with a
lot Of vim. He made a hit and stole a base,
and slid to second on his face: but in the
mex We picked up three and the band
played He Was Good TO Me-" because We
had a lead of four, but the darn fool Dee
troits tied the score: and two of the women,
they bust out cryin', and Badly said he felt
like dyin', and one mug says, Upon my life,
if we lose this game. I'll lick my wife," but
L guess he didn't. for fore it was done, Nc
Farland got another run. for Slater's NIT
was filled with grease, and Mac got down to
second with ease, and then stole third and
a hit by Flynn. it let's him come a scootin'
in, and / set and howled till my throat !
split, while Badly nearly throwed a fit.