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Show The Durable Dutchman By Appy i (Pittsburg Gaifitte-TlmcJ.) OH K was a rollicldnfj BiiTanor And his ycai-s were Forty and oik, And every year as he'd reappear 1 They'd tell him his work was done, Tint year hy year he would reappear, The Kame us the year before. And he'd ealraly say in his homely way? "We'll taekle it one year more." Then he'd saunter forth in the days of spring And he'd pick up his old black bat, And he'd heft the thine and he'd take a swing, And he'd turn it this way and that. And year by year, when the sizzling sphere - Came by tvith a rnsh and a roar, He'd knock it a mile and he'd ealmly sniile: "We'll taekle it one year more. 7 ' if is brow trretv sear as year by year lie fielded the bunt and fly. And his hair grew gray as day by day lie biffed tho ball in the eye, ,5 But his heart was light and his eye was bright As ever in day of yore, r And he'd swing his flail 1o the same old tale: "We'll taekle it one year more." ' lie wasn't the rage ou the vaudeville stage, Xor he wasn't a Broadway swell; With the sparkling wine and the lights that shine He never could mix up well. But year by year has he chased the sphere Till the years piled up a score, And still today he can calmly say: "We'll tackle it one year more." So here's to Honus, the King of the !Swat, And here's to his lusty blow; .May ever he maul the twirling ball And be able to' beat the throw; May ever he make the echoes wake With the grandstand's rousing roar, But perish the day when he fails to say: "We'll taekle it oue year more." G. A. APPLBGARTH. |