Logansport (IN) Pharos-Tribune 1 June 1895
end she appearance, the the her this Indulging, of reduced all appeared F. had did her Sh» and overall, big stationary a her was her won sixteen who SSE¥.''''IT" : -' f ra- :; 'BiTi : ; THE LATEST POPULAR BASE- CALL POEM. \Vrlrten us » Companion Piece to "Ca*cy at the Bat"—Madvllle Has Chanced Its Xami.—Illustrated with Picture*. ROBABLY no tasc ball poem has met with a more general recognition than that extremely amusing production entitled "Casey at the Bat." which years ago appeared in "Sporting- Life," and which, that pa- psr has been many Units requested to reprint. The poem so touches the popular chord that Mr. DeWolf Hopper has found it profitable to recite this humorous production. Mr. Nat Wright, a Cincinnati artist, whose modesty has hitherto forbidden his rushirs Into print, has been SO inspired by the composition that he has composed composed a series of verses entitled "When, Casey Slugged the Ball." which afford a worthy companion pk'ce to the original production. With apologies for any slifrht variations which may appear in the text we take pleasure in presenting It; WHEN CASEY SLUGGED THE BALL. Oil, you all have heard of iludville, Heard of mighty Casey, too: Of tlie groans amid the -bleachers As tho ball thrice past him flew; But you haven't heard the story, The best story of th=im all. Of the day In happy Mudville, When great Casey slugged the ball, j J 'T\vas the day they played "the giants; . An(1 tlle score stood ten to eight; I Two merl wcre on the bases, of , Ant j g rea t Casey at the plate, ( "gwipe her, Casey," yelled the rooters, the An( j t ho hero doffed his cap; or the to with to said for than one his to land Randall class class last the belongs T. who I j "STRIKE ONE," THE UMPIRE SAID. Three to win arid two to tie And Casey at the bat. I 'Mid a hush of expectation. ( Now the ball flics past his head; ! Great Casey grins a sickly grin: i "Strike one," the umpire said. 1 Again tlie pitcher raised his arm, i Ayain tho horse-hide flew; ! Great Casey spat upon the ground, i And tho umpire said, "Strike two." i i "It's a roa'st," came from the grand I stand, i "I-V is bought without :i doubt." "He is rotten!" roared the bleachers, t "Throw the daylight robber out!" j "I'll break yor face," says Casey, j "That wan wint below me knee; [ If I miss the nixt, ye blackguard, Ye won't live long to see." . The next one came like lightning, And the umpire held his breath, ' ! For well he knew If Casey missed, I 'Twould surely mean his death; But Casey swung to meet it, j Backed by all his nerve and gall; Oh, if you had but heard the yeH, As Casey smashed the ball. He caught the pigskin on the nose, It cleared the big town lot. It sailed above the high church tower, In vain the fielders sought; And Casey didn't even'run, He stopped awhile to talk, And then amid the deafening cheers He came round in a walk. And now he keeps a beer saloon. He is mayor of the town, The people flock to see him, From all the country 'round; And you need not look for Mudvlllo Or the man upon the wall, Because the town's called Caseyvllle: Since Casey slugged the ball. as the stories in the two pieces may be better by association, we republish It: There was ease in Casey's manner as he stepped into his place, There was pride in Casey's bearing and a smile on Casey's face; j feet | j j this the opinion ex- ^^^^^ j ~ ~ „,.,.-. - •• j ""some of our readers have probably up j forgotten the original production^ and, of race second . If result contestants. the the stuff preferred the of were some own win the ' SAID CA- •TLX.- BREAK YER FACE. SEY. And when, responding to the cheers, he lightly doffed his hat, Xo stranger In''the crowd could doubt 'twas Casey at the bat! Ten thousand eyea were on him as he rubbed hla hands with dirt. • Ten-tltousand tongues, applauded a» he wiped them on his shirt.. And -while the writhing: pitcher ground the ball Into his hip- Defiance glanced In Casey's eye—a sneer curled Casey's lip. And now the leather-covered sphere came hurtling through the air. And Casey ?tood a-watching it In haughty grandeur there. Close by ih» sturdy batsman the ball unhoodoij sped— "That haiiu 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 the storm waves on a stern and distant shore, "Kill him: kill the umpire!" shouted someone from 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 shone. He stilled the rising tumult and bade tho game go on; He signalled to the pitcher and once more the ball it flew, > But Casey still Ignored It and the umpire umpire said, "Strike two." "Fraud, fraud," shouted the maddened thousands, and the echo answered '"Fraud," But one scornful look from Casey and the audience was awed. AS CASEY SMASHED THE BALL. They saw his face K r ow stern and cold; they saw his muscles strain, And they knew that Casey would not let that ball fro by again. The smile is g-one from Casey's face, hi3 teeth uro clenched with hate, Arid lie beats with cruel violence his bat upon the plate; And now the-pitcher holds the ball, 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 Run Is shining bright, The band is playing somewhere, and somewhere hearts are light, 'And somewhere men are singing, somewhere somewhere children shout, But tin.. . no joy in Mudville—mighty Casey i ris "Struck Out." 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