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Show ' ' BASEBALL JUDGMENTS. I say! dey're de lilies! de roses! de forget-me-nots! Say! dey're de ringers foV.de pie crust! Nuttin' to it! Chee! HifitlnM tiose are de culs could hit an in-curvln' bullet outen a rifled Mauser! Dose are de boys could keep de shells off de Roosians wid a stick! An' on fidlden dere's nuttin' ter touch 'emi Every pal dere is a net. Sure! a net! Dose boys a got flns on 'em like crab scoops. Why, it's nuttin' for Rickert to run in out o' left field and catch a foul tip. And Stanley gets 'em out 'o the top row o' bleachers. Dey can have .my week's wages. I'm tellin' yer, any "time. "Dat, for de National League! Pese. fellows kin make monkeys out-en' out-en' ,'em! Ifs a flag, dat's wat it is all stars. Dat's a nine. Fifty cents to see a team like dat fron de grand stand! It oughter be twice dat ter look trou a knot hole in de fence. Say! me for dat 'team. Dey can step on my neckj I'm tellin' yer! II. O de dubs! O de ham fatters! Say, dose stiffs oughter go jump in de Basin! Why, dey couldn't hit a freight car comin' outen a tunnel! Dey couldn't hit a grain elevator wid a brass nuck! Wat fell! Dey couldn't qatch de smallpox! Dey couldn't field a lame cow in a back yard. Say, dose uster-beens oughter practice wid shingles shin-gles on medicine balls! Dey oughter 'catch wimmin faintin'. Cheese! de Solvation Army oughter get after 'em for de errors dey makes! Dey are de Jimit! I sware to Gord! and de gall of'em. Two bits for a seat in de bleachers! Two bits! Five beers J Six pack o' cigareets! Why, tunder! I I wouldn't give 'em a canceled postage stamp to see a triple-header, sixteen innln's to de game. Not on yer life. Dey're no good. Dey make me weary! Dey oughter be playin' wid de kid's league at Bay St. Louis. Dat for 'em! I'm done! New Orleans Times-Democrat. |