Don’t sneak in at a ball game. Up at Salina last week a fellow borrowed
a boat, crossed the river, got his feet wet and muddy, climbed up the
bank, tore a five-dollar pair of pants on the underbrush, got poison-ivy
all over his face, slipped up to the game in the park from the rear—all
this but to find out that no admission was charged to the
game.—_Marquette (Kansas) Tribune._