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Show MCRlAPtTV L' ZL ti. XiVsi1 EXIT CHIMES. Hear ye the howl of the blistering bleacherites. Thoy huld all medol quite t;afe in their mitts, Hear them lay down ouc barrage In their screecher llight? When the homo pitcher gives too ninny hits; Missing aro notes of con entment or rhyme in It, Poor Mister Pitcher concludes beyond doubt It contains only the essence of crime in it When the wild bleacherltee yell: "TAKE HIM OUT." Deep in tho wilderness, I've heard the shallow hoots Leap from tho throa;s of the nocturnal fowls, Up In the Arcti land, I've heard tho malamutes. When they gel started they set up some howls; I have been scared to tl o depths of my marrow, son. Queer hallucinations have caused me to Jump-Yet, Jump-Yet, they aro mild Just by way of comparison. When the wild bleacherites yell: "KILL THE UMP." |