The game opened with Molasses at the stick and Smallpox catching. Cigar
was in the box with plenty of smoke. Horn played first base and Fiddle
on second base. Backed by Corn in the field made it hot for the umpire.
Apple, who was rotten. Axe came to bat and chopped. Cigars let Brick walk
and Sawdust filled the bases. Song made a hit and Twenty scored. Cigar
went out and Balloon started to pitch, but went straight up. Then Cherry
tried, but went wild. Old Ice kept cool in the game until he was hit by a
pitched ball, then you ought to have heard Ice scream. Cabbage had a good
head and kept quiet. Grass covered lots of ground and the crowd cheered
when Spider caught a fly. Bread loafed on third base and bumped. Organ,
who played a fast game, put out Lightning. In the fifth inning Wind began
to blow what he could do. Hammer began to knock and Trees began to leave.
The way they roasted Peanuts was a fright. Knife was put out for cutting
first base. Lightning finished pitching and struck out six men. In the
ninth Apple told Fiddle to take first base and then Song made a hit.
Trombone made a slide and Meat was put out on the plate. There was a lot
of betting on the game. But Soap cleaned up. The score was 1-0. Door said
if he had pitched he would have shut them out.
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Jonah to the whale: How far are we from land?
Whale: Three thousand miles.
Jonah: Don’t leave me, big boy!
_Smokehouse Poetry_
_Introducing, in our July issue, George J. Liebst, alias “The Hobo Jungle
Poet of the West!” Swing under Number Nine of the Santa Fe line with our
knight of the bumpers and beams next issue and attend, in verse, Mr.
Liebst’s “Hobo Convention” at Portland, Oregon! The author explains that
the clickitty-clack of the wheels on the rails, as he hears them from a
swinging position on the rods of Number Nine, furnish the metre of his
jungle poem. He tells you who was at the great convention—_
_“Texas Slim from Lone Star,_
_”And Jack, the Katydid;_
_“Lonesome Lew from Kalamazoo,_
_“And the San Diego Kid.”_
_Put on your hobo clothes and travel with the Whiz Bang to the
“convention” in the July issue!_
_Next month we’re to witness a great ball game, in which the Mighty
Casey, who, as you may recall, struck out in the famous ninth and lost
the same for Mudville, stages a comeback! Get ready for this “curve.”
It’s a home-run winner!_
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Way down in the Garden of Eden
Was Adam with Eve on his knee.
They never sat down,
But just laid around,
In the Shade of the Old Apple Tree.
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