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Show ODE TO A POOR BONEHEAD UMPS Ho lay upon tho baseball field, His eye was blacked, his chin was peeled. His nose was broke, h& Up was cut, His ear was In a near-by rht. Tho blood was streaming from his side, While countless gashes scored his hide, His foot was crushed within his Bhoe, And seven teeth were missing, too. Thoy hemmed him In on ov'ry side And kicked him till ho nearly died. 'Twns then I came upon tho scene. And rushed up to that crowd so mean. I threw my coat and hat aside, That I was mad Is not denied; Right through that mob I fought my way Till at my feet tho poor man lay. And turning quickly on the crowd I questioned them in accents loud; "Why did you treat this fellow so? Now answer me, I want to know." A voico replied, "I wish to say He umpired tho ball game today. Until the ninth tho home team led. When Umps pulled off a nico bone-head; bone-head; He called two runners safe at homo. Which fairly made the rooters foam, So that the game we'd counted won Was lost by just a single run." And when I learned that this was true. Why, I turned in and kicked him too! C. T. BARR. |