"Casey at the Bat" by Phineas Thayer 2 Aug 1907 The Belleville Telescope- Belleville, Kansas
Casey at the flat BY PHINEAS THAYER. "Iflooked extremely rocky for the Mudville nine that day; The core stood two to f Dur, with *n inning left to play. S when Cuuiuy died at second-arid BuTro~wg~~ftttl~ A 'pallor-wrfiathed_the features of th e patrons of the game. A straggling- few gat up to go, leaving there the rest, With that hope that springs eterm .1 within the human brea«t, For they tho :ght: "If only Casey could get a wback at that," They'd put up even money now, with Casey~at the bat. But Flynn preoeedei Casey, and likewise so did Blake, And the former was a puddin'., and the latter was a fake, So on that stricken multitude a deathlike silence sat, For there sjsmJd but little chance of Casey's getting to -th'e bat. But Flynn let drive a "single," to the wonderment of all, And the much despised Bla'tey ','tore the cover off the bal'." And when the dust had lifted, aAd they saw what had occurred, There wis Blakey safe at second, and Flynn a-huggin' third. Then, 'nm the gladdened multitude went up a joyous yell, -It nimbled-in-th-j -m-"miTtain -tof>s—it— rattled- -i-n-the dell; It struck upon the hillside, and rebounded on the flat; For Casey, mighty Casey, was advancing to the bat. There was ease in Casey's manner as he stepped into his place; There was pride inCa.ey 's bearing, and a smile on Casey's face, -And ^\vhexv,-tespaadixigJB_the _che No stranger in the crowd could doubt 'twas Casey at the bat. Ten thousand eyes were on him as he rubbed his hands with dirt -Five -thous^nd-tongues applauded as..hejvlped_thern -on .his shirt; . Then while the New York pitcher ground the ball into his hip, Defiance gleamed in Casey's eyes; a sneer curled Casey's lip. And nowthe leather covered sphere came hurling through the air And Casey stood a.watching it in haughty grandeur there. Close by the sturdy batsman the ball unheeded sped— "That ain't my style," said Casey. "Strike one," the umpire said. From the benches? black with people, there went up a muffled roar Like the beating of storm waves on a stern and distant shore ( -liKUUhim! Kill the-uropirel—shouted-some one on the stand,- Andit's likely they'd have killed him had not Casey raised a hand' —I— —W-ith-a-smile - of X3htisUan-chatity_gre^ He stilled the rising tumult; he bade the game go on; He signaled to Sir Timothy, once more the sperhoid flew. But Casey still ignored it, and the ump ire said, "strike two.". "Frr.nd!" cried the maddened thousands, and echo answered "Fraud!" But one scornful look from Casey and the audience was awed. They saw his face grow coliaad stern, they saw his muscles strain, And they Knew that Casey wouldn't let that ball go by again. Jrhe _sneerjs_goneifr^nti^^ He pounds with cruel violence h is bat upon the plate. And now the pitcher holds the bail. and now he lets it go, And now the air is shattered by the force of Casey's blow. Oh, somewhere in this favored land the sun is shinning bright; The band is playing somewhere, and somewhere hearts are light. And somewhere men are laughing, and somewhere children shout; But there is no joy in Mulville—mighty Casey has struck out. f for it at D. in ' He in '