The sun., 1908-09-14
MRS. CAsEY,s OBSERVATIONS.
She Explains Why Political Apathy 10
Promoted by the Fever OF Baseball.

She Explains Why Political Apathy IL
Promoted by the Fever OF Baseball.
"Tis a comfort to me and to my Michael
that he has a job-he's a dipty janitor.
yell be knowing-where he can get on
wanst In while for to see ball game.
I've niver seen wan. I oud wish to. but
till they play the game below Fourteenth
street Ill not be accommodated.
@Manny's the time wint to the t'eeater
whin the ould Star and Nibloo's was still
on the top Of the cart. Casey was alive
thin. He loved the drama and l loved
the poets. But now there's no t'eeaters
below Fourteenth except for form Ian
guage, so us Americans has to do widout
or cross Fourteenth. / do widout.
But my Michael is a la-ad who fears
nothing. He's afraid Of neither man nor
pish-rogue. He'd as lave travel above
Union Square be sunk road or holsted
road or be level road or be the divvil
as would to go through Cherry Hill
alone at midnight.
$50 him to the baseball field and me TO
the sthories the smart la-ads write about
the game in the papers. ] oud love EN-
no betther il knowed worrud what
they say. But 'tis beautiful writing!
that's as good as battle. AS the dear
dead poet says. 'Sthrike,' he says. sthrike
for yer alters. he says, and yer fires:
says he. 'Sthrike at the boss who scab
Yes, relish reading about the games -
and thin Michael tells me what happened.
'Iis an American game. and well 1t is
played by the sheehans, the Doyles
the Donlins the Devlns, the McCormacks,
whose names shall go roaring down the
corridors of time, as the dear dead poet
says. Till Bryan stops talking and run
ming he says. an the COWS come home
barefoot says he.
.! was reading about the lasht game
Michael saw where the laad wrote in
'whin Callag han and Cassidy had waited,
l'aving Doyle and Dever anchored at
first and second angles. that the mighty
Ryan TUX grip on his well seasoned
wagon tongue that squeezed the sap
out Of it, he says. and wild deathless
gleam in his optic faced O'Rourke and
waited fer t;, what his soul lopsed 9 & for, he
brathing, and nanny died he says;
Nobly he waited. and bravely, until
he saw his dollie pet swinging up from
the mound. and then he swung. con-
nected and lunged, and raypoort ye
cud have heard IN the Bronx, he says.
sounded sweet as the reoelled globe
hurtled the airy fairy per,syhage in which
and connected with the cigarette sign
while Doyle and Dever romped pasht
the unfortified sand bags and Ryan cir
cled the points and slid to Mecca a mile
ahead Of the trun-in amid says he, amid
the acclaim Of mad multitude!
Sure the Ia ad what wrote that lovely
pome has Dick le Galleon left at the
post and Ma'ark Twain turning in bur-
glar ala rms for to keep his laurels from
being Pinched. :,
spoorts is holding the American nation
spellbound, how can the POLITICIANS
expect for to get paying houses for their
shows3, Ye can't expect it Until the
it-Mr. Taft and Mr. Bryan. good min
they ARE at that. must be content wild
the fun of making faces at each other:
No one else will look at thin. My Michael
tells me SO and he's precinct captain.
He gets his polytical club together in
the evenings for TO INSTRUCT them in the
he says. 'ar're We aware, he says, that II
Taft is Elected he'll hand the worruld
on a silver platter to Mr.. Hartman wild
a franchise to play tin pins wild IL, and
yell have for to sit up the pins?' he says.
No more awful fate can be thunk Of
he says, than for ye to be chained at the
ind of the ally, lodging the flying pins
riman.' he says. oh, think of it, byes!'
says he.
wan mimber and the Brooklyns beat
the Jints we ARE losht. he says.
-'fe ARE a liar says another mimber.
l. A. Il
house going which Michael has to cor
rect wild the back of his hand.
Have ye no sinse OF the danger what
confronts yer homes an firesides?"
says Michael when the can has been
passed for to soften hazard feelings and
promote sober contemplation Of the
clouds which t'reaten storms We
peerless statesman Jinkins Bryan, he
says, because MIR. Bryan is the only citi.
zen in our midst says Michael, who
can put the commather on the trusts
and make thin pick up the pins ke
says. while we bowl
@'If Matty doesn't get a glass arm or
a wooden leg, says mimber, we've got
ready
II thought so the year the Cubs copped
It. says another mimber. and I've been
paying OF me bets ever since
-Of course some other mimber calls
him liar, and again Michael has to use
his gavel on the heads Of the byes for
to try 10 make thin consider the state
Of the nation.
It's no use. Byes will be byes. and
80 long as the baseball season lashts every
mans bye who isn't woman. Wild
women it's different. do relish con-
sidering polytics soberly and deeply.
Ye'd better take another bag of thin
They don't come out Of their skins ike
Christian grapes, but they're fine thing
for the injudstion. Yes, love for to
dwell on these questions calmly, and
widout timper. And, deare. ask for
some Republican exchanges and fetch
thin to me. I'd like to see what new
lies thin black rascals is tellin' now"
WANT THE ACTORS TO VOTE.