New-York tribune. [volume] (New York [N.Y.]) 1866-1924, 1915-09-11

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A Year Ago To-day.

You may remember him,
A tall lank person Of sdrdonic gliu
Whose legion ruled t0ith pover all the feld
Who rent and got-or came back on its shield;
mighty leader in the ancient gorU
OF one long dreary weary year ago;
You may remember in that musty age
His ride domain upon each sporting page
When Collins doubled through the autumn gIoGm
And Bakers ,callop sent him tchirIing home
And all acclaimed him master of the art
Of leading wnners through the pennant mart;
You may remember all the mad acclaim
That rose at euen mention Of his name,
And ho,o the laurel 1crcathed his icrinkled bro,c-
Where is he noV?
And then McGrau-
You may recall him too
still at the forefront ,cith his hustling crc,c;
McGra,c, still king though back in second place,
But looking toricard to the old flag pace,
Dreaming Of glory in the year ahead
When hope and dope painted red;
Planning once more to show the others hop-
Where is he noc?
And there Red Mclaughlin Nth the bloO
That laid the mighty Brookes and Wilding lo1o,
with fame that seemed eternal the gears
Fame tringed and fostered rcith nations cheers,
And Norris Williams rising to the height
That lag beyond the normal mortal mortaFs sight;
Trcn stars Of glory in sports drifting sky
That knelO cloud shddoW drifting By;
Cheered to the echo as the Ruling TUo
With no one close-lcith no one eren due
Through years ahead to swap them blow for blOw
Or sbo,c the eLM tbot ouJu then 11j0bt EuOr.
Ready to make each stricken riral boW-
Where they noW?
And then Onimet-the accent on the met
The star unbeaten and the Only Bet
Fresh from his triumph in the Vermont rale
Where mighty TrGyers fell before his fail;
With all the field before him IN fnH flight
And none around to give him fight;
Emperor at large Of all the ancient green
With Fame at hand and to stand beticeen;
His hand rcas set to VictoryS guiding plow-
Where is he noW?
And there Matty-ohere across the wOy
Bender the Bold still held his ruling stray;
Great Nth the greatness of campaigns long dead
But still as great for those that lay ahead;
Tco nonpareiLs of arm and head and heart
Adore the field, from all the clan apart;
One ranked as greatest both in skill and mind,
And pet the other bat stride behind
You may remember hoO they once held soay-
Or is year too far to look dwGy7
Then had the stuff to make all bat8men bow-
Where are they noW?
So runs the trail Of sport across all time
In any age or pet in any cline;
Fate calls the victor from the crowdcd field;
And gives him all Fame's harvest has to yield;
Fate calls them and they come tcith gallant tread,
With eyes aglo,O and yell uplVted head
In the bright CLEAN of triumph they hare ,con
Throuqh greater skill or valor better spun;
Have then not earned their right to hold the height
Hare then not conquered in the bitter fight?
viii not the World that cheered their thinning through
Give them their due?
But Yesterday in sport IS not Today;
And oft Tomorrow is age array;
How stcifty grolos the laurel in Fdme's glades;
But not as swiftly as the laurel fades;
The World remembers 1chile they rule-dnd then
The World remembers some else again;
Slceeney and Radboune, Keeler, LANCE and Gore,
Chesbro and Walsh 1oho knetc the thinning score
Larned or Sears or Wrenn or crafty Wright,
Who ruled the field as only std1oarts m'ght;
Ted Con- or Poe or Brickley or De Witt,
Who kne,o their day ,oithin the sportire skt,
Or all the rest tcho one deg ruled supreme
Within the borders Of golden dream,
Who held their day beneath the ohUe Dough
Where are then nOU'