Evening star. [volume] (Washington, D.C.) 1854-1972, 1909-09-26


but grin ter cusk with his eyelids peeled
swimmin erbout in old right field while left
was held by er pollock fat with er great big
swordfish behind ther bat.
They used two umpires short and stout
First er turtle. his head stuck out ter
git er sight of Their balls, ter rate ther curve or
drop as it crossed ther plate. Then in ther
held was ernother, see, er sort of er slow poke
referee who give dercisions plays. Yer'd
think his mighty Judgment ther blink,
ter hear Their bunch shout, "Flounder face,
yer ritten, rotten, off yer kerbase"
In Their list er players was one old cod, un-
galnly lOOk1n. | bet er wad with my mate Sid
that this chap would make er decent hit Put
up my stake and watched ther critter He
seemed ter larn that Hake was with him, and
showed cOnSarn.
Wise old tlke you bet. he! How'd l
know it? Jest cause he showed er kind er CLINT
in his cunnin eye. Knew he was tryin' ter
magnerfy Their speedin' ball, and you bet he
caught 1T on ther nose fur hum run swat! 1t
scared erloft and it ambled hence. Had it been
on land, 'twould have cleared ther fence in Their
baseball park. They all went fur it.
| must remark that sportin blood in my
veins bergan to show itself Go it, old mani
shouted out. Jest work yer tail!' Father
Neptune! how he did sail Ground Their bases
and ambled in greeted, er course, by Their cod
fish din!
Talk er plays-why, my old pate couldn't
bergin ter tabulate all that come! By cricky!
once Their cod on third gut it on ther b'unce
touched er cusk ere he made ther bag showed
her second in time ter tag ernother runner
They plugged it first, completin er triple Such
shouts that burst frum ther lusty Goldfish, roar
by roar! | hollered, too, till my throat gut
sore.
THE ninth come round, and ther Goldfish
was three ter nothin', lest as twas
DER. That pesky whale uneasy grew waitin
ter git er better view. Struck ther schooner
His mighty lurch sent yer uncle clean off his
perch. Down kerplunk ter ther sea / Topped.
Let out er yell, and must er copied er goodly
portion of water salt. | could hear that whale
shout, 'Twarn't my fault"
Their Goldfish. frightened, thought it ther end
of one they loved more than er friend l could
beneath me, SO close. It's true that | was
h'isted Yes street So walked on their backs
ter Their Lucy P. Walked right erlong DER ther
rushin' tide. Each steppin stone was er Goldfish
hide sot close tergether nice and neat like ther
PAWN blocks in Their city street and while |
sauntered no longer skeered, those Goldfish
critters they cheered and cheered
Course was soaked with briny suds. Went
down below ter change my buds. Gut inter
ther things. Was feelin' slick when some one
hollered Come up here quick; fur dinged if
Their whale amt gittin' jawed fur causin' yer
ter 60 overboardi"
They told ther critter he'd have ter make
some reparation ter Captain Hake l tried
right then ter interfere. Shouted out; but they
wouldn't hear. Hey, hey!" called Don't
prosecute Their bowheadl Cease I'm Their
galoot who is ter blame! Yer have my thanks
FUR savln my life on Georges Banksr'
Their whale went off, passed out er view
took our pennant frum where it blew. tied it
fast ter a lengthy rod, presented it ter ther gal
liant Cod; ther crew irwin 'em cheers. Hip.
hip thus bestowin' ther championship. |
told EN- had enjoyed ther sport. would
carry Their tale ter ev'ry port and then thought
of ther fare we sought. Up to that time we
hadn't caught er single fish; but knew that
they would see ter it that we gut fair play.
THEY started swirnmin and ranged erbout
Here comes Their whalei" l heard 'em
shout and sure enough ther whale it was
with er sticky mass in his mighty Jaws
Cap Hake," he hollered, won't yer take
this" My eyes stuck out. 1t was ambergris
of Their purest kind. And so that day we didn't
fish, but were on our way, rushin erlong from
Their fshin' grounds. our cargo nothin' but
eighty pounds er stuff we knew could soon be
sold fur er burned sight more'n its weight in
gold
Their whale. he give us er friendly tow We
beat out steamers, he hustled SO. Their cod
fish, too, they liked erlong ter see that nothin
erbout went wrong. We were in Their harbor
before they turned and back ergain ter Their
ocean churned. let 'em know of ther thanks
we felt.
That NIGHT each TELLER had in his belt or raft