The Richmond palladium and sun-telegram. [volume] (Richmond, Ind.) 1907-1939, 1913-04-10
DAY OF GREAT REJOICING
Fourteen Million Raging, Roaring, Rampant Rabd,
Own Today With Opening of Baseball Season.

Fourteen million raging, roaring,
rampant, rabid, raucous, radiant base
ball bugs-count i'em, men, count EN-!
came into their own today with the
opening of the base ball season
Arising in the dewy morn, when the
dickey bird, that harbinger of dawn,
was yet roaring forth its matutinal
chanty, they swallowed their break
fast with the gulp of a hungry pup,
implanted the mushy outline of a
manly mustache on the ear of their
best beloved of the opposite sex, sur
reptiously searched their clothes for
the price of a bleacher throne, juvenile
slew a grandmother or two, and set
their faces toward the baseball park
There the merry bowls of the popu-
lace, the spectacular language of staid
their manners for the opening game,
and the eerie wall of the peanut ven
dor penetrated the air in a syncopated
sonata of national joy and jubilation.
Bankers, bartenders, brokers and
boOtblacks, caring not a flip for the
high-cOst-Of-living, the-state-of-the-stock
market, nor the PERENNIAL battle be-
tween Kid Congress and the Terrible
Tariff staged in the old and beautiful
city of Washington, have either joined
the march to the baseball park or
stare vacantly into space and anxious
/ ly wonder whether the Hog Centers
will wallop the Willow Corners.
While the young generation
| cherubs as yet unspoiled by contami-
nation with the rough, rude world-in-
dustriously scoop holes underneath
the ball park fence, or adjure their
tiny companions to shoot 'er over,
like Matty" entertaining thereby the
usual audience of hoary inha bitants
who remember with great accuracy
and set forth with a convincing array
of dates the exact minute and day
when A. Q. Slamm drove the horse
hide over the Gilsey House four blocks
away and thereby won international
fame and the game for the Mugwump
| Giants-adding to their monologue
much combing of whiskers and many
remarks anent the good old days of
| sometime since when race of goliaths
|
baseball"
! Howsomever, them days is gone into
, a hallowed past and now the fact re-
mains that in countryside and city,
farm and factory, counting house and
car barn interest has centered upon
the opening day of the great Ameri-
can Pastime. In honor whereof the
tired business man sticks six symmet-
rical stogies in his upper vest pocket
and HES himself to the baseball park
to cheer the champions of the home
team by the side of his Office boy, who
earlier in the day, has worn sack-cloth
and ashes for a relative conversation
ally deceased; and the wimmin-God
| bless 'em-absentmindedl arise to
! the occasion and toss perfectly good
new Easter kellys into the arena I'M
| der stress of patriotic excitement;
while great men, from the President
size of Richmond, toss hundreds of
| first balls into hundreds of dia-
monds, thereby providing a totalled
! illustriousness calculated to make the
Gay White Way look like a dungeon
| full Of cigarette smoke.
| However that may be, 1.-The games
the thing" as Bill Dahlen is wont to
remark in moments of exhuberance
| therefore it may be well to brush
away the smoke of logged diction
take the baseball bull by the horns
and carefully lift its upper lip and
see which way it intends to jump in
the several arenas throughout the