The Caucasian. (Clinton, N.C.) 188?-1913, 1910-09-01

ms LIE os AnAfsb-
Nineteen hundred and nine marx
ed . historic game between the
Tigers Of Detroit and the Maps
Of Cleveland Tnougandg o. base
bail enthusiasts sat breathieas a. the
score board chaIked tie In the nlnth
inning with two men out Thou
sands of eyes shifted back and forth
from the pitcher 10 the whits-bioused
runner on third Moriarty vas "the
observed Of all observers" as be
. faced home with every nerve n
highest tension. How did he get
there? Never mind. He was there:
but what ii he gets no farther
Don't die on third" my boy. You
have run right we'll so far. but not
yet the goal. Mullin may bat you
headed, feet-footed athlete, mind
your P's and Q's. Watch yon left
hand pitcher. Between the raising
of his arm and the speed of the
ball to the catcher's glove Lis your
golden opportunity. Once TO every
!
eide" Hold your breath, ye thou
sands. Moriarty is still ninety feet
from home; il seems a thousand.
Like mad, he leads out twenty feet
from third, plus his own. Now is
the accepted time, now is the day OF
salvation to player in the field as
we'll as sinner in the world. See, he
springs like a hunted deer for the
final sprint The wild crowd is on
its feet instanter, while Moriarity
leaps with outstretched hand on the
home plate, amid the deafening huz-
gas from twice ten thousand threats.
Mr. Cameron, the eloquent report
er of this crucial play, gives the Sc
cret: Had Moriarity been out the
night before, he would have played
the game according to routine; but
Moriarty doesn't carouse, doesn't
drink or smoke. He is old-fashioned
enough to go to church. He knows
a clean life makes clean head"
There is a moral parallel to this
exciting lesson. All the world is a
baseball field. We are the players.
What will our records be? The ply
steal to the disparagement of the
mental and moral is not all of life to
live If all this action of hand, foot
and head be for selfish ends, life is
a failure. If one makes the three
quarter run and only gets to third,
b will never finish his course. To
train the body and not the soul would
be like taking care of the altar and
letting the fire go out. Who would
break the bat to slivers and save the
handle, or the sword and keep the
scabbard? Who would bury the
!. jewel and retain the casket? Who
would throw away the wheat and
store away the chaff?
: Young men, need I remind you
that it is glorious to live now? Bet.
t ter twentieth century day than q
cycle of Cathay. All the heroes OF
| the past have brought forth for you
''To die at third" with such a herit
, age is treason. Play the men fol
| home and country, for Christ and the
church. Beware of pitfalls! Shu1
> nocturnal leeches that would sucl
) your life blood! Avoid the slime il
the way that sticks like mastic Il
, leaden your feet! Fight to the deatI
youthful appetites! Like dead file
a that drop into the druggists oint
ment, by and by they will emit loath
e some SAVIOR; the sprinkling of disin
fectants will not take away the odor
Having once lost a hard-earnet
e name, you cannot cleanse it with tn
:. potash of responsibility. The draw
sword of Bacchus and Venus, lik
cross-bones, hang over many a doc
of lost virtue. Daily with the fire
+ of Moloch and you will get scorched
Y Banquo's ghost will not down in tn
crisis of the play if you still quai
banqueting cups and revel in bac
e chanalian songs and ribald jokes.
u Young men, may I coach you iron
third to the home plate? I want yo
to make it. Body culture, mind cul
r ture, soul culture-what a trinity O
manly graces! Make them yours
>, Not for yourself only, but for tn
- weaker fellow. Cheer him ON or ba
- him home till the umpire shouts
q ''Safe!"-S. A. Northrop, in Baseball