Grand Forks herald. [volume] (Grand Forks, N.D.) 1916-1955, 1917-04-28

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A aackly silsncs tell upon ~ patrons
Of the game.
Aistrsgslins lev sotsupsto 80 II dssp
despair. The root
Chung to the hope which eprings
eternal In the human breaSe;
They thought ie only Casey could sst
whack q. that
We'd put up y money now With
Casey At tn, bat.
But Flynn preceded Casey q ala -
Jimmy Blake.
And the former was . lulu. and the
latter was a fake;
So upon that stricken multitude. grim
melancholy sat.
For there seemed but little chance 81
Casey getting to the bat.
wonderment Of ali. !. Is
And Blake. the much despised, tore
the off the ball. 1
And when the dust had lifted and the
mon saw what had occurred.
There was Johnny safe at second and.
Flynn a-hugging third.
Then from nve thousand threats ana
more there arose a. lusty yell;
It rumbled through the valley; Il
ratified through the dell:
1t knocked upon the mountains and
b. recOiled upon the nat,
Fol Casey. mighty Casey. was advano.
ing to the bat.
he stepped into his place; q
There wNR nrfdA IN Ca aAvto, hes rims
and a smile on Casey's face.
And when responding to the cheers,
he lightly dohfed his hat.
Nc stranger in the crowd could doubt
twas Casey at the bat.
Ten thousand eyes were on him az hs
rubbed his hands with dirt:
when he wiped them on his shirt.
Then while the writhing pitcher
ground the ball into his hip.
Defiance cleaned in Casey's eye, q
sneer curled Casey's lip.
And now the leather covered sphere
came hurting through the air.
And Casey stood a-watching II in
naughty grandeur there.
Close by the sturdy batsman, the ball
u%nheeded sped
THAT amt my style" said Casey.
70 OIlSs I'll Alllp4k0 RA4As
From the benches black with people.
there went up a mufrled roar.
Like the beating Of the storm waves
on a stern and distant shore.
"Kill him! XIII the umpire!" shouted
someone in the stand;
And it's likely they'd have killed him.
= had not Casey raised his hand,
With a smile Of Christian charity,
great Casey's visage shown:
He stilled the rising tumult; he babe
the game 30 on;
He signalled to the pitcher and once
more the spheroid few:
But Casey still ignored it and the
umpire said: Strike two!"
Fraud" cried tho maddsnsd thous-
ands and the echo answered
fraud.
But scornfui look from Casey and
h audience was awed.
They saw his a grow stern ami
cold they saw his muscles strain.
And they knew that Casey wouldn't
let that ball go by again.
The sheer was gone from Caseys lp.
his teeth are clinched in hate;
He pounds with cruel violence, his
bat upon the plate.
And now the pitcher holds the ball
and now he let's It 60,
And o the air is shattered by the
force of Casey's blow.
Oh! Somewhere in this favored land
the sun is shining bright:
The band is playing somewhere and
somwhere hearts are light.
And somewhere non are laughing and
somewhere children shout: -
But there IS no Joy in Mudville-
Mighty Casey had struck out.
Dear Ben:-What Is the best time
ever made for the mile run. ana who
made it? We have been having q
dispute yer this question. There n
a fellow here that claims the bsst
time ever made was by an English-
man 30 years ago and. that It has
never been beaten. How about It?
Bill E,-Crookston. m.
Dear Bll:-You did not stats
whether or not It was the amateur or
professional record you wanted no I
will give hoth:, The best amateur
time n mile was made by Nor
man Tabor at Cambridge. Mass, July
16. 1915. when he established a rec
ord of 4 minutes IL SIS seconds.
For the professional mile, ". a,
George In his match with c. Cum,
minFs, AUG. -, 1886, at Lille Bridge,
London, Eng. made the record Of
minutes, IL Sd seconds.