The sea coast echo. [volume] (Bay Saint Louis, Miss.) 1892-current, 1922-06-10
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By Fuller Bull.
K. O.'ED.

The days of the Prophet have not
went. Verify l say unto you: Nix.
Didn't we do a iii prophetizing when
we remarked that the ST. Stan dia-
mond birds was gointa hand the X. O..
to them gazooks from the Bankers
League? Aye, an Rebecca, them
foresaid birds trimmeth the tail
feathers of the wild Hibernians in
two games of the old American STAN
dard to the viz
In the first game when them two
teams trotted out on the diamond of
the Happy Hittin' Grounds, them
Bank leaders slapS on the mound a
guy who the score-board introduces
as Mr.. holland (Which old Eagle says
means he's got no nationality which
gent proves to be- a REAL wild man
all cep the whiskers. Well, Prun-
ella, that said wild boy was slammed
to all the corners of the compass, an
a lotta pretty flowers in the far cor
ners was steam-rollered. Jumbo
Jaubert gassed the poppies in deep
center with timer in the early ses-
sion, an when the -- spasm rolled
round an the score boy had it up as
8 to Flavor US, the V-Prexy pages
Cricket Keiffer, an informs him that
the cake was due a decoration an it
was up to the foresaid Cricket to
clean up them three bags what had a
home bird roostin' on each-noW
listen in, kiddo that bird strolls up
to the receivin' station with gore in
his eye; after standin' there admir-
in the twirler for spell, he gets one
in the groove which REGISTERS con-
tent way over furninst the right field
gate, an if the said Cricket had come
in corns first, woulda counted for
Babe Ruth.
REGISTER Mr.. George Cleveland,
boy.
The next day-after all them
church bells had finished dingin', an
old Jupe Pluve nad run outa H. 2, 0,
them Hibernians put in our old an
loved friend: Mr.. White Eyes, Pru-
nella, sale Lii Henry on the Main
Gun Deck, an ordered him to
SHOOT; well, Bo, Lii Henry tried,
alright, alright. but his powder got
damp an'silc = es1feti1't & { register.
Anyhow, them Discounters tied the
score, long bout the seventh para
graph, so when the ninth period made
her debut the score boy had the rec
ord reading to the thus: VS.. 2. Then
the V-PreXy (battin' for coach Fos-
ter calls the birds to the roost an
says: "Boys, if you got one base
ball nerve in your frame nows the
time to tune it up to real music, go
on in this spasm an get Mr.. Whites
CABRI" Did they get that Nanny?
Well, Bo, Pm here to tell you THEY
DID. They begin to NOW that grass
la ball bearin', an before the smoke
could settle there was bird roostin'
on EACH bag. Lii Henry saw his
Waterloo comm, so to let himself
down as easy as he could the said
Lii Henry walks the batter an forces
in the winnin' run. Because why?
Well, Prunella, if he hadn't they aint
no tellin' what the carnage woulda
been; therefore -
Register Mr.. w. Kaketer Gex,
please.
X X X
After the battle we journeyed to
where the sick man (Chief Foster)
was; you could see that that tonic
the boys handed out was the stuff to
make the old coach well; he was dec
GRATED round the lips for keeps.
X X X
But, homes injun, when that band
started: "We Want a Touchdown,
We Want a Touchdown" didn't it
make you feel like you wanted to be
on the Grid. once more?