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  Speaker 1: Section one of baseball ballots. This is a LibriVox recording.
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  Speaker 1: by Alice D. Baseball Ballots by grantlin Rice. Dedicated to
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  Speaker 1: the fan from lowly bootblack of the town to merchant,
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  Speaker 1: prints of high renown or butcher, baker, candlemaker, lawyer, doctor, undertaker,
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  Speaker 1: priest or farmer, young or old, or rich or poor,
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  Speaker 1: within the fold, so that his spirit bows before the
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  Speaker 1: bondage of the full box score, whatever be his name
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  Speaker 1: or fame, so that his heart leans to the game.
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  Speaker 1: End of section one.
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  Speaker 2: Section two baseball ballots. This is a LibriVox recording. All
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  Speaker 2: canad Baseball ballads by grantland Rice. Play ball, play ball
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  Speaker 2: across the field of green. The signal sounds the game
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  Speaker 2: again once more, their reels across the scene. The shout
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  Speaker 2: and wild acclaim again the game is on. The fight
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  Speaker 2: begun across the line of battles span until the final
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  Speaker 2: score is spun with every record of the clan play ball.
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  Speaker 2: The rivalley has rolled the bugle, call to play again
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  Speaker 2: once more. Beneath the banners fold, they troop across the
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  Speaker 2: way again. The game is on, and in the fray,
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  Speaker 2: the tumult and the cheering sweep across the battle line
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  Speaker 2: of play until the twilight shadows creep. Play ball the
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  Speaker 2: slogan of the game of life, of war, of love
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  Speaker 2: or hate, for rank or wealth, for name or fame.
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  Speaker 2: The player stands against the plate. The game is on,
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  Speaker 2: and in the strife where fate the pitcher speeds the ball.
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  Speaker 2: The player plays the game of life until the final
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  Speaker 2: shadows fall. End of section two Section three of Baseball Ballads.
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  Speaker 2: grantland Rice. When the bug is on the ball, come
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  Speaker 2: sing ye Jimmy Riley from your ancient lyrics stock when
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  Speaker 2: the frost is on the pumpkin and the fodders in
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  Speaker 2: the shock, and we'll let the bounding echoes catch the
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  Speaker 2: lyric in your lay as it darts around the bases
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  Speaker 2: to the outfield and away. For there's music in its
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  Speaker 2: make up, and there's rhythm in its run, with a
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  Speaker 2: touch of back to nature in its sentiment of fun.
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  Speaker 2: But in some way it struck us that the theme
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  Speaker 2: is out of date. As a new age comes a
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  Speaker 2: whizzing at a curving by the plate. So we'll start
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  Speaker 2: in a chorus. As the echoes rise and fall, and
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  Speaker 2: the bat is on the bingle and the bug is
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  Speaker 2: on the ball, Come sing ye, Jimmy Riley, and we'll
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  Speaker 2: listen to your strain. But we'll find our thoughts astraying
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  Speaker 2: from the waving of the grain to the waving of
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  Speaker 2: the bludgeons as the batters draw them back, and they
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  Speaker 2: wave against the trademark with a wallop and a whack,
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  Speaker 2: and the swimming hole is faded with its one time
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  Speaker 2: tender pull to the hole. The pitcher's got in, with
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  Speaker 2: the blooming bases full, And while whatever happens, we'll never
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  Speaker 2: have a knock for the frust upon the pumpkin and
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  Speaker 2: the fodder in the shock. There's a later theme that
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  Speaker 2: draws us, when the echoes rise and fall, when the
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  Speaker 2: bat is on the bingle and the bug is on
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  Speaker 2: the ball, So come ye, Jimmy Riley with the later
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  Speaker 2: song to sing. When the fan is on the frolic
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  Speaker 2: and the wallop on the wing, When the swing is
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  Speaker 2: on the spitter and the swipe is on the swat,
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  Speaker 2: When the bum is on the bobble and he boots
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  Speaker 2: one round the lot, when the break is on the
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  Speaker 2: bender and the squad is on the stump, or the
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  Speaker 2: flag is on the flutter and the brick is on
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  Speaker 2: the ump. Belay that ancient chatter of the fodder frosted shock,
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  Speaker 2: when the rooter is on the rampage and the knockers
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  Speaker 2: on the knock. For a later theme has drawn us
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  Speaker 2: where the echoes rise and fall when the bat is
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  Speaker 2: on the bingle and the bug is on the ball.
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  Speaker 2: End of section three Section four of Baseball Ballance. This
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  Speaker 2: Rice Casey's Revenge. There were saddened hearts in Mudville for
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  Speaker 2: a week or even more. There were mutter oaths and curses.
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  Speaker 2: Every fan in town was sore. Just think, said one,
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  Speaker 2: how soft it looked with Casey at the bat, and
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  Speaker 2: then to think he'd go and spring the bush league trick.
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  Speaker 2: Like that, all his past fame was forgotten. He was
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  Speaker 2: now a hopeless shine. They called him to strike out
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  Speaker 2: Casey from the mayor down the line, and as he
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  Speaker 2: came to bat each day, his bosom heaved a sigh,
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  Speaker 2: while a hopeless look of fury shone in Mighty Casey's eye.
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  Speaker 2: He pondered in the days gone by that he had
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  Speaker 2: been their king, but when he strolled up to the plate,
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  Speaker 2: they made the welkin ring. But now his nerve had vanished,
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  Speaker 2: for when he heard them hoot, he fanned or popped
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  Speaker 2: out daily like some minor league recruit. He soon began
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  Speaker 2: to sulk and loaf. His batting eye went lame. No
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  Speaker 2: home runs on the scorecard now were chalked against his name.
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  Speaker 2: The fans, without exception, gave the manager no peace for one,
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  Speaker 2: and all kept clamoring for Casey's quick release. The Mudville's
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  Speaker 2: squad began to slump. The team was in the air.
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  Speaker 2: Their play went from bad to worse. Nobody seemed to
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  Speaker 2: care back to the woods with Casey was the cry
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  Speaker 2: from Ruter's row. Get some one who can hit the ball,
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  Speaker 2: and let that big dub go. The lane is long.
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  Speaker 2: Some one has said that never turns again, and fate,
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  Speaker 2: though fickle, often gives another chance to men. And Casey smiled,
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  Speaker 2: his rugged face no longer wore a frown. The pitcher
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  Speaker 2: who had started all the trouble came to town. All Mudville
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  Speaker 2: had assembled. Ten thousand fans had come to see the
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  Speaker 2: twirler who had put big Casey on the bun and
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  Speaker 2: when he stepped into the box, a multitude went wild.
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  Speaker 2: He doffed his cap in proud distain, but only Casey smiled.
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  Speaker 2: Play ball. The umpire's voice rang out, and then the
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  Speaker 2: game began. But in that throng of thousands, there was
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  Speaker 2: not a single fan who thought that Mudville had a chance.
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  Speaker 2: And with the setting sun, the hope sank low. The
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  Speaker 2: rival team was leading four to one. The last half
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  Speaker 2: of the ninth came round with no change in the score.
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  Speaker 2: But when the first man up hit safe, the crowd
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  Speaker 2: began to row the din increase. The echo of ten
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  Speaker 2: thousand shouts was heard when the pitcher hit the second
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  Speaker 2: and gave four balls to the third. Three men on base,
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  Speaker 2: nobody out three runs to tie the game. A triple
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  Speaker 2: met the highest niche in Mudville's Hall of fame. But
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  Speaker 2: here the rally ended, and the gloom was deep as night.
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  Speaker 2: When the fourth one vowed to catch her, and the
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  Speaker 2: fifth flew out to right, a dismal groan in chorus came.
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  Speaker 2: A scowl was on each face. When Casey walked up
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  Speaker 2: that in hand and slowly took its place. His bloodshot
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  Speaker 2: eyes in fury gleamed, his teeth were clenched in hate.
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  Speaker 2: He gave his cap a vicious hook and pounded on
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  Speaker 2: the plate. But fame as fleeting as the wind and
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  Speaker 2: glory fades away. There were no wild and wooly cheers,
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  Speaker 2: no glad acclaim this day. They hissed and groaned and
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  Speaker 2: hooted as they clamored strike him out, But Casey gave
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  Speaker 2: no outward sign that he had heard this shout. The
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  Speaker 2: pitcher smiled and cut one loose across the plate. It sped,
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  Speaker 2: another hiss, another groan. Strike one. The empire said, zip
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  Speaker 2: like a shot. The second curve broke just below the knee.
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  Speaker 2: Strike two. The umpire roared aloud, but Casey made no plea,
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  Speaker 2: no roasting for the umpire. Now his was an easy lot.
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  Speaker 2: But here the pitcher whirled again. Was that a rifle shot,
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  Speaker 2: a rack, a crack, and out through the space. The
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  Speaker 2: leather pellet flew a blot against the distant sky, a
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  Speaker 2: speck against the blue above the fence in center field.
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  Speaker 2: In rapid whirling flight. The sphere sailed on. The blot
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  Speaker 2: grew dim and then was lost to sight. Ten thousand
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  Speaker 2: hats were thrown in air. Ten thousand threw, but no
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  Speaker 2: one ever found the ball that mighty Casey hit. Oh,
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  Speaker 2: Somewhere in this favored land, dark clouds may hide the sun,
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  Speaker 2: and somewhere bands no longer play, and children have no fun,
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  Speaker 2: and some were over blighted lives. There hangs a heavy pall.
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  Speaker 2: But Mudville hearts are happy now for Casey hit the ball.
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  Speaker 2: End of section four.
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  Speaker 1: Section five of Baseball Ballads. This is a LibriVox recording.
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  Speaker 1: by Alice d. Baseball Ballads by Grantlin Rice. The bug's
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  Speaker 1: viewpoint beyond the sleep across the snows. He did not
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  Speaker 1: see the budding rose that waved its crimson welcome to
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  Speaker 1: an earth of green, a sky of blue, Nor yet
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  Speaker 1: the daffy daffodils that crowned the valleys in the hills,
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  Speaker 1: the apple blossoms pink and white, that drifted into lanes
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  Speaker 1: of light. He did not hear the blue bird sing,
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  Speaker 1: nor yet south wind whispering in murmur, through the maple
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  Speaker 1: trees that swayed and slanted to the breeze, and harbored
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  Speaker 1: on each bending limb, the maker of a woodland hymn.
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  Speaker 1: And yet, like every living thing, he too had drawn
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  Speaker 1: his dream of spring. He saw a gent a rayed
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  Speaker 1: in blue, heave boldly into public view, and in a
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  Speaker 1: foghorn tenor called to thousands batter up play ball. He
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  Speaker 1: saw a tall guy nod and beck and then cut
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  Speaker 1: one round the neck, while in a trance the slugger
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  Speaker 1: there inanely paddled at the air. He saw the shortstop
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  Speaker 1: leave his place and flag one back of second base
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  Speaker 1: and wing it swiftly on ahead to where the dashing
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  Speaker 1: runner sped. He saw before his flashing eye the keen
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  Speaker 1: outfielder fence would fly and with a mighty effort, pull
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  Speaker 1: the drive down. With the bases full, he heard once
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  Speaker 1: more the ruders call the ringing clash of bat and ball,
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  Speaker 1: the cry of belting on the snout. Don't try to
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  Speaker 1: bunt there, wail it out. The groans and curses, jeers
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  Speaker 1: and cheers like music tinkled in his ears. The grandstand
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  Speaker 1: rocked and roared in strife. The howling bleachers leaped to
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  Speaker 1: life as whooping, jeering, shouting, cheering, praying, cursing, pleading, fearing, stamping, howling, smiling, growling, laughing, weeping, snarling,
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  Speaker 1: scowling over city, field and glen. The bugling chorus rang again,
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  Speaker 1: for he, like every other thing, had drawn his dream
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  Speaker 1: of golden spring. End of section five Section six of
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  Speaker 1: ballots by Grantland Rice The Courtship of a Son of Swat.
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  Speaker 1: They were seated in the parlor, and the lights were
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  Speaker 1: burning dim. He was a major leaguer. She a fan,
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  Speaker 1: so fair and trim, But they knew not, as he
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  Speaker 1: opened up the game by murmuring love that father was
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  Speaker 1: the umpire on the stairway just above. I like your form,
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  Speaker 1: he led off first with me, you've.
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  Speaker 2: Made a hit.
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  Speaker 1: Your curves are good, you've got the speed, and you
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  Speaker 1: are looking fit. Now if with you, my turtle dove,
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  Speaker 1: I make a hit, likewise, won't you improve my single
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  Speaker 1: life and make a sacrifice. I'll promise to support you, dear,
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  Speaker 1: with all my skill. Each day, I'll draft a pretty
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  Speaker 1: home for you and fix it right away. If you'll
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  Speaker 1: just call the game a tie, I will no longer roam.
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  Speaker 1: And when I slide into the plate, please call me
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  Speaker 1: safe at home. First, tell me, sir, she pitched at him,
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  Speaker 1: how high you ranked last fall. Show me your fielding average,
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  Speaker 1: and how hard you hit the ball. In Matrimony's busy league,
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  Speaker 1: dumb plays are out of place. I'd like to know
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  Speaker 1: the dope before I played too far off the base.
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  Speaker 1: Remember that the game is rough when the pay days
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  Speaker 1: fail to come. Sometimes the salary whip is lame, the
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  Speaker 1: noodle's on the bum. And don't forget. You'll be reserved
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  Speaker 1: for life and held in line. But promise me you'll
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  Speaker 1: never jump your contract and I'll sign. He started warming
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  Speaker 1: up at once. With victory in his eye. He shoved
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  Speaker 1: a fast one round her neck. The other was waist high.
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  Speaker 1: Just hear the umpire butted in. She said, oh, father, please,
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  Speaker 1: there's nothing wrong, for George is only showing me the squeeze.
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  Speaker 1: The old man gave an a rate snort and said,
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  Speaker 1: I'll help the fun by showing George another play that's
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  Speaker 1: called the Hit and Run. He swung like Wagner at
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  Speaker 1: his best, a soul inspiring cloud. The son of Swat
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  Speaker 1: slid down the steps. The umpire yelled, you're out. End
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  Speaker 2: by Caveat baseball Ballads by grantland Rice. The bush Leaguer's Dream.
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  Speaker 2: The young recruit stood dreaming where the sultry's sun was beaming,
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  Speaker 2: with the perspiration streaming down his neck. He had missed
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  Speaker 2: four easy chances, which aroused some angry glances, and he
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  Speaker 2: saw his big league fancies were a wreck. His work
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  Speaker 2: had been erratic, and he'd heard one mad fanatic gilling
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  Speaker 2: tones far from ecstatic, chased that cheese. Whereupon he drew
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  Speaker 2: a vision that was all to the Elysian, and he
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  Speaker 2: spoke with much decision, words like these. If I could
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  Speaker 2: run the bases like Bill Bryan, if only I had
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  Speaker 2: Ted Roosevelt's batting eye, if I had the reach of
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  Speaker 2: Thomas fortune Ryan, I'd never let another chant skirt by.
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  Speaker 2: If I was only as cool as Charlie Fairbanks, or
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  Speaker 2: had control like Harrman has got, I'd be the Diamond's daisy,
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  Speaker 2: and I'd set the bleachers crazy, for I'd be the
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  Speaker 2: greatest player of the lot. There'd been a dearth of scoring,
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  Speaker 2: and the anxious bugs were roaring in the bleachers and
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  Speaker 2: imploring for a hit, until finally one fellow plucked a
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  Speaker 2: triple ripened mellow, and the way those fans did Bellow
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  Speaker 2: in a fit, just one little tap would sinch it,
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  Speaker 2: Just one timey little pinch hit, and the contest would
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  Speaker 2: be safely on the shelf. But the bush League fenom
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  Speaker 2: madly swung in vain at three, then sadly walked away
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  Speaker 2: and murmured softly to himself, if only I had a
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  Speaker 2: batting eye like Teddy. If I had the speed of
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  Speaker 2: John d ducking Fines, I'd have a big lead job
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  Speaker 2: and hold and study for I'd make both Cobb and
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  Speaker 2: Wagner look like shines. If only I could steal in
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  Speaker 2: running bases like all these malefactors of great wealth, I'd
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  Speaker 2: be the diamond Daisy, and I'd set the bleachers crazy,
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  Speaker 2: and I wouldn't be here playing for my health and
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  Speaker 2: the section seven.
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  Speaker 1: Section eight of baseball Ballads. This is a LibriVox recording.
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  Speaker 1: by Elis D. Baseball Ballads by Grantlin Rice Springtime in
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  Speaker 1: the history room. She spoke of Alexander as an eminent
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  Speaker 1: commander and showed him how this gentleman was always on
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  Speaker 1: the job that freckled Mickey Horner, blinking in the corner,
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  Speaker 1: dreamed of Cob. She praised the late J. Caesar as
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  Speaker 1: a keen, artistic geezer whose performances in most ways deserved
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  Speaker 1: a lasting bonus. But little Tim O'Grady, though his eyes
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  Speaker 1: were on the lady, thought of Honus she lauded mister Hannibal,
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  Speaker 1: the chocolate colored Cannibal. But when she asked young Heine Schmidt,
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  Speaker 1: who made the Romans dance with his brain wheels on
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  Speaker 1: the whir, Heine, looking up at her answered chance she
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  Speaker 1: spoke of Greek and Roman, and of horsemen and bowmen,
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  Speaker 1: of phalanxes and legions in the medieval game, of Goths
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  Speaker 1: and huns and vandals, and such other early scandals known
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  Speaker 1: to fame. But young Timothy O'Toole as he cant at
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  Speaker 1: home from school, lost but little time forgetting what he
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  Speaker 1: termed a bunch of dubs as he doped The playing
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  Speaker 1: science of the Pirates, Socks, and Giants, and the Cups
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  Speaker 1: end of Section eight.
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  Speaker 2: Section nine of Baseball Ballots. This is a LibriVox recording.
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  Speaker 2: by caveat Baseball Ballots by grantland Rice The hold Out League.
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  Speaker 2: What has become of Bill Wiggins, the old star who
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  Speaker 2: passed up the game, the three hundred hitter who swore
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  Speaker 2: on his oath he would never return to the same
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  Speaker 2: He is still out of line as he promised, but
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  Speaker 2: suffering deeply with pain, Poor Bill broke a leg when
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  Speaker 2: reporting day came in an effort to catch the first train.
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  Speaker 2: Where is Pat Kelly, the slabman who swore he had
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  Speaker 2: pitched his last ball, who tore up his contract and
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  Speaker 2: said with the roar he was finished for good and
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  Speaker 2: for all. When the giants will meet at the depot
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  Speaker 2: in vain, mister Kelly, they seek for they find an
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  Speaker 2: arriving in Texas, that Pat has already been there a week.
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  Speaker 2: The dope I give outs on the level, said Mike
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  Speaker 2: in a hot interview. Just make it as strong as
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  Speaker 2: the paper will stand. I will never come back. I
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  Speaker 2: am through. But when they arrived at the station, when
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  Speaker 2: the train to the training cap led, they had to
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  Speaker 2: tie Mike to a telegraph pole to keep him from
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  Speaker 2: running ahead. There is gloom in the camp of the pirates.
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  Speaker 2: The giants are a fit of alarm for Matty and
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  Speaker 2: Wagner and Tenny have quit to take a job at
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  Speaker 2: the farm. But it's queer when you turn to the
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  Speaker 2: line up at the opening chorus of Bing that the
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  Speaker 2: first guys to quit on the diamond each fall are
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  Speaker 2: the first ones at bat in the spring end of
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  Speaker 2: section nine.
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  Speaker 1: Section ten of baseball Ballads. This is a LibriVox recording.
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  Speaker 1: by Alice D. Baseball Ballads by Grantlin Rice. The song
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  Speaker 1: of the bass hit, A twist, a whirl, and a
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  Speaker 1: sudden jar, and off from the bat to the field.
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  Speaker 1: Afar off, like the shot from a ten inch gun,
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  Speaker 1: a gray white streak through the slanting sun. I soar
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  Speaker 1: away through a summer's day where frantic fielders of the fray,
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  Speaker 1: with dervish dance and anguished glance, come whirling in to
• 20:21
  Speaker 1: cop me, But I glide between with a mocking mien.
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  Speaker 1: There is none to stop me. A shout, a roar,
• 20:28
  Speaker 1: and a ringing cheer, And on my way through the atmosphere,
• 20:31
  Speaker 1: I leaped to the light, where the clenched hands grip
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  Speaker 1: as wild eyes watch me fly or skip through open
• 20:38
  Speaker 1: space in headlong race, as the joy of the ages
• 20:41
  Speaker 1: lights each face and pulses jump with a vibrant thump,
• 20:45
  Speaker 1: as the sky reels from the roar and the rafters
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  Speaker 1: ring with the song, I sing to the tune of
• 20:51
  Speaker 1: the winning score. The song I sing is the sweetest
• 20:55
  Speaker 1: song or the saddest note to the waiting throng that
• 20:58
  Speaker 1: the world has known through the ages, dim with keener
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  Speaker 1: lilt than a battle hymn. For my refrain brings joy
• 21:05
  Speaker 1: and pain, where lost hopes rise and find hope's wane,
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  Speaker 1: And in my path sweeps a city's wrath or a
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  Speaker 1: city's wild acclaim, and the planet's ring with the song
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  Speaker 1: I sang, the song of a nation's game. End of
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  Speaker 1: section ten.
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  Speaker 2: Section eleven of Baseball Ballance. This is LibriVox recording. All
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  Speaker 2: Baseball Ballance by grantland Rice. On the Road to Router's Row.
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  Speaker 2: In each long deserted ball bark from New York to Tennessee,
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  Speaker 2: there's the whisper of an echo waffled forth to you
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  Speaker 2: and me, for the wind cours through the pine trees
• 21:58
  Speaker 2: and the maples, soft and low. Come you back, ye
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  Speaker 2: wild fanatic, Come you back to Rooters Row. On the
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  Speaker 2: road to Rooters Row, in the sunlight's golden glow can't
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  Speaker 2: you hear those mad bugs whooping as the pitcher fans
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  Speaker 2: a foe on the road to Rooter's Row, whether sad
• 22:18
  Speaker 2: fans wail in woe? Then a cheer comes up like
• 22:21
  Speaker 2: thunder when the short stop lays him low, where the
• 22:25
  Speaker 2: peanut husks are falling and the pop is flowing free.
• 22:29
  Speaker 2: Where they pound you on the backbone in a massive
• 22:31
  Speaker 2: fit of glee, where the hit here out your sucker
• 22:34
  Speaker 2: greets the batsman, true and tired, an imboding rush of terror.
• 22:39
  Speaker 2: Then a slide, you bonead slide on the road to
• 22:43
  Speaker 2: Rooters Row in the sunlight's golden glow. Can't you hear
• 22:47
  Speaker 2: those mad bugs whooping as the pitcher fans a foe
• 22:51
  Speaker 2: on the road to Rooter's Row, where the sad fans
• 22:54
  Speaker 2: wail in woe. Then a cheer comes up like thunder
• 22:58
  Speaker 2: when the short stop lays him low. Oh the war
• 23:02
  Speaker 2: whoops from the coaches as they writhe and dance about.
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  Speaker 2: Oh the jushing of the sun gods as they rise
• 23:08
  Speaker 2: up with a shout. Oh the call of thief and
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  Speaker 2: pirate at the fan flock's greatest foe, As the lordly
• 23:15
  Speaker 2: Umpire wanders once again by Rooter's row. On the road
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  Speaker 2: to Rooter's Row in the sunlight's golden glow. Can't you
• 23:23
  Speaker 2: hear those mad bugs whooping as the pitcher fans a
• 23:27
  Speaker 2: foe on the road to Rooter's row, where the sad
• 23:30
  Speaker 2: fans wail in woe? Then a cheer comes up like
• 23:34
  Speaker 2: thunder when the short stop lays him low. Ship me
• 23:39
  Speaker 2: somewhere into springtime where a sprinter starts for first, where
• 23:42
  Speaker 2: the only one commandment is to win or you're the
• 23:45
  Speaker 2: worst for I feel the fever coming once again, to
• 23:48
  Speaker 2: hear the call of the vibrant voice director and his
• 23:53
  Speaker 2: batter up play ball on the road to Rooter's Row
• 23:58
  Speaker 2: in the sunlight's golden glow. Can't you hear those mad
• 24:01
  Speaker 2: bugs whooping as a pitcher fans a foe on the
• 24:05
  Speaker 2: road to Router's row, Whether sad fans wail in woe,
• 24:09
  Speaker 2: and a chair comes up like thunder when the short
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  Speaker 2: stop lays him low. End of Section eleven.
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  Speaker 1: Section twelve of Baseball Ballots. This is a LibriVox recording.
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  Speaker 1: by Elise d. Baseball ballots by Grantlin Rice. Till the
• 24:40
  Speaker 1: last man is out, old pal, Is the game just
• 24:43
  Speaker 1: a trifle too rough? Is the flag of success floating
• 24:46
  Speaker 1: out of your view? Does the schedule of life seem
• 24:49
  Speaker 1: too rocky and tough? Is the umpire throwing it into you?
• 24:53
  Speaker 1: It may look that way, but fight on just the same.
• 24:56
  Speaker 1: Get back at your rivals with clout for cloud. Don't
• 24:59
  Speaker 1: think you were beaten, and so pull up lame for
• 25:02
  Speaker 1: the game's never lost till the last man is out.
• 25:06
  Speaker 1: Run out every hit, whether hard one or not. Sacrifice
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  Speaker 1: right when it's up well up to you. Don't try
• 25:12
  Speaker 1: to hammer the ball from the lot, Just hit it
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  Speaker 1: where they ain't, and a single will do. There's many
• 25:18
  Speaker 1: a line up that came from behind when the outlook
• 25:20
  Speaker 1: was gloomy and clouded with doubt. You'll be in the
• 25:23
  Speaker 1: running if you bear in mind, no game's ever lost
• 25:26
  Speaker 1: till the last man is out. Quite often the hoodoo
• 25:29
  Speaker 1: will camp on your trail, and the luck break against
• 25:32
  Speaker 1: you with never a stop. The harder you struggle, the
• 25:34
  Speaker 1: more you will fail, as you fumble em, boot em
• 25:38
  Speaker 1: and let em all drop. But it's all in the game,
• 25:40
  Speaker 1: So swing on to your pace, and don't mind the
• 25:43
  Speaker 1: knocking that's floating about. It's the finish that counts, not
• 25:46
  Speaker 1: the start of the race. And the game's never lost
• 25:49
  Speaker 1: till the last man is out. Good fortune may take
• 25:53
  Speaker 1: you along for a day, but fortune is fickle. Don't
• 25:56
  Speaker 1: bank on her strong fast work on the bases in
• 25:59
  Speaker 1: each scrap, be frey with teamwork and hitting will take
• 26:02
  Speaker 1: you along. You can't help your errors, but cut out
• 26:06
  Speaker 1: dumb plays, for those are the miscues that put you
• 26:09
  Speaker 1: to route. Stand up to the plate, and remember always
• 26:13
  Speaker 1: the game's never lost till the last man is out.
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  Speaker 1: Lunvoy when you ponder it over, they're both much the same.
• 26:21
  Speaker 1: For life, just like baseball is shrouded in doubt, and
• 26:24
  Speaker 1: the point in them both is to play out the
• 26:26
  Speaker 1: game and never give up till the last man is out.
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  Speaker 1: End of section twelve.
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  Speaker 2: Section thirteen of Baseball Ballads. This is a LibriVox recording.
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  Speaker 2: by Caveat Baseball Ballads by Grantlin Rice the Bushes. What
• 27:01
  Speaker 2: lead did Shakespeare ever lead that busher Byron had the
• 27:05
  Speaker 2: nerve to pedal out poetic creed, who never batted at
• 27:09
  Speaker 2: a curve. I bet this Dante was a bluff and
• 27:13
  Speaker 2: minor leaguer on the side, For while he wrote a
• 27:16
  Speaker 2: bale of stuff, his name is not in Spalding's Guide.
• 27:20
  Speaker 2: What belt did Homer ever win? Find chance? That Dove
• 27:24
  Speaker 2: would have to day to cash in on the easy
• 27:26
  Speaker 2: tin who never put his man away, whom Milton had
• 27:30
  Speaker 2: the nerve to try to make a living out of verse,
• 27:34
  Speaker 2: who never closed a rival's eye or split the big
• 27:37
  Speaker 2: end of a purse. No wonder in those days of yore,
• 27:42
  Speaker 2: those ancient artis had no chance to chew a stake,
• 27:45
  Speaker 2: or that they wore big healthy patches on their pants.
• 27:49
  Speaker 2: In place of farming out a crop of rhyme and
• 27:52
  Speaker 2: meter without flaw, they should have learned to throw a
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  Speaker 2: drop or slam a wallop to the jaw and Section thirteen.
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  Speaker 1: Section fourteen of baseball Ballots. This is a LibriVox recording.
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  Speaker 1: by Elise d. Baseball Ballots by Grantlin rice the climax
• 28:23
  Speaker 1: of fanjoy. There was cheering in the grandstand when Bill
• 28:27
  Speaker 1: Bradley hit to right, and the bleachers whooped and clamored
• 28:30
  Speaker 1: in a chorus of delight. And when the twirler lost
• 28:33
  Speaker 1: control and passed the next two up, the wine of
• 28:36
  Speaker 1: human happiness brimmed swiftly are the cup The base is full,
• 28:41
  Speaker 1: with two men out and Larry at the bat. Oh
• 28:43
  Speaker 1: can you wonder that each fan should stand and wave
• 28:47
  Speaker 1: his hat? Or can you wonder that the yelp should
• 28:49
  Speaker 1: percolate the gloam? With Larry waiting anxiously to bring the
• 28:53
  Speaker 1: runners home. The pitcher whirls and cuts one loose, a
• 28:57
  Speaker 1: brownie gent as he and like a cannon shot, it
• 29:00
  Speaker 1: shoots above the batsman's knee. He swings and low. From
• 29:03
  Speaker 1: every throat of that excited crowd there comes a shriek
• 29:06
  Speaker 1: of fiendish joy, protracted long and loud. The fans are
• 29:11
  Speaker 1: rise in yelping glee, while hats are thrown in the air.
• 29:14
  Speaker 1: The mighty corus echoes from the ball yard to the square.
• 29:18
  Speaker 1: It rumbles down the valley and resounds from peak to
• 29:20
  Speaker 1: peak and leagues away. It travels in one discordant shriek,
• 29:25
  Speaker 1: they stamp and shout, and maddened rout, they joyfully embrace
• 29:29
  Speaker 1: a smile of perfect happiness illumines in every face. Nor
• 29:33
  Speaker 1: does the tunnel quickly die, but in exultant roar, it
• 29:37
  Speaker 1: gathers volume, like the waves which lashed the ocean's shore.
• 29:42
  Speaker 1: Then Larry must have made a hit and cleared the sacks,
• 29:44
  Speaker 1: you say, thus winning with a mighty swat, the hard fought,
• 29:48
  Speaker 1: brilliant fray. No, Larry didn't make a hit. The cause
• 29:52
  Speaker 1: of all this din the in shoot kroomed off his
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  Speaker 1: bat and cracked the umpire's shin end of section fourteen.
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  Speaker 1: Section fifteen of baseball ballots. This is a LibriVox recording.
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  Speaker 1: by Elise D. Baseball ballads by grantld Rice, Section fifteen
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  Speaker 1: Songs of Swat You used to bat three hundred. A
• 30:27
  Speaker 1: once big leaguer slid in at home at three am
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  Speaker 1: one morn with a perfect fielding average in the League
• 30:32
  Speaker 1: of Barleycorn. He had pulled down fifteen high balls. Everyone
• 30:37
  Speaker 1: quite warm and hot, and at every chance presented. He
• 30:40
  Speaker 1: was Wagner on the spot, but as he fumbled at
• 30:43
  Speaker 1: the key, his wife was waiting there with his favorite
• 30:46
  Speaker 1: ash furniture suspended in the air, and as he tried
• 30:50
  Speaker 1: to curve across, she bunted at the head and slammed
• 30:53
  Speaker 1: a triple on his neck. As viciously she said, you
• 30:57
  Speaker 1: used to hit three hundred. Oh, your batting was a man.
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  Speaker 1: You used to slam them every day against the left
• 31:02
  Speaker 1: field fence. But now you're in a bush league. For
• 31:05
  Speaker 1: there ain't no guy in sight can bat around three
• 31:08
  Speaker 1: hundred bo who bats around all night. The leaguer tried
• 31:12
  Speaker 1: to play it safe before she fanned him. Mouth I'll
• 31:15
  Speaker 1: make a sacrifice, he cried, But ease up on that clout.
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  Speaker 1: Hans Wagner never saw the day when he could hit
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  Speaker 1: like that. I only wish that John McGraw could see.
• 31:24
  Speaker 1: You swing a bat in vain. He tried to score
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  Speaker 1: a run in vain. He'd shed each tear in vain.
• 31:30
  Speaker 1: He tried to reach his mask and breast protect heor near.
• 31:33
  Speaker 1: She tagged him all around the room no matter how
• 31:36
  Speaker 1: he'd slide, and wrapped out doubles on his back. As
• 31:39
  Speaker 1: viciously she cried, you used to hit three hundred. Oh,
• 31:43
  Speaker 1: your batting was great. The pitchers used to jump in
• 31:46
  Speaker 1: the league when you came to the plate, But now
• 31:48
  Speaker 1: they've got you faded, for there ain't no guy in
• 31:51
  Speaker 1: sight can bat around three hundred bow who bats around
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  Speaker 1: all night? End of section fifteen.
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  Speaker 2: Section sixteen of baseball Ballads. This is a LibriVox recording.
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  Speaker 2: by Caveat Baseball Ballads by Grand Van Rice. The test.
• 32:25
  Speaker 2: Never mind the speed you've got, Never mind about your curve,
• 32:29
  Speaker 2: though its sail around the lot with a zigzag and
• 32:32
  Speaker 2: the swerve. How you grip or twist the ball enters
• 32:35
  Speaker 2: not upon the scroll. Here's the answer to it all.
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  Speaker 2: How is your control? Never mind how hard you swing,
• 32:44
  Speaker 2: or the keenness of your eye. As the pitcher takes
• 32:46
  Speaker 2: a fling and a pellet whistles by. With the hartfought
• 32:50
  Speaker 2: battle done, here's the answer to it all. When a
• 32:53
  Speaker 2: base hit might have won, did you hit the ball?
• 32:58
  Speaker 2: Never mind about the luck or the unp are robbing you?
• 33:01
  Speaker 2: How the fates were there to buck everything you tried
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  Speaker 2: to do, cut it out, and let it go in
• 33:07
  Speaker 2: the book of praise or blame. This is all there
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  Speaker 2: is to know. Did you play the game? End of
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  Speaker 2: section sixteen Section seventeen of Baseball Ballads. This is a
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  Speaker 2: Recording by Caveat baseball Ballads by Grantland, Rice laugh On Nero.
• 33:44
  Speaker 2: Among the Colosseum throng, King Nero sat him down a toga,
• 33:48
  Speaker 2: wrapped his shoulder blade upon his face. A frown. Oh
• 33:52
  Speaker 2: turn the tigers, Lucy cried and bring the lions out,
• 33:55
  Speaker 2: at which the massive mob stood up and cheered with
• 33:58
  Speaker 2: mighty shout. The fiercest lion's numidia had ever grown. Were
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  Speaker 2: there the most bloodthirsty tigrenes from Bengal's far famed lair.
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  Speaker 2: For weeks, no food of any sort to be left
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  Speaker 2: in their cage, to work each beast into a pitch
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  Speaker 2: of gnawing, clawing rage out in the center of the throng.
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  Speaker 2: The victim took his stand, a careless smile upon his lips.
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  Speaker 2: No weapon in his hand. He looked serenely on the mob,
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  Speaker 2: which clamored for his gore and his face. The tigus
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  Speaker 2: with smothered yawns, unmindful of their roar. The signal given
• 34:30
  Speaker 2: with a snarl, each lion and tiger rushed upon their prey,
• 34:34
  Speaker 2: while all around the multitude sat hushed while waiting for
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  Speaker 2: their victim to be scattered limb from limb, and many
• 34:40
  Speaker 2: Roman coins were bent on what they'd do to him.
• 34:43
  Speaker 2: But lo the victims stood his ground, and with a
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  Speaker 2: loudly air, he waged each lion and tiger back and
• 34:49
  Speaker 2: gave them glare for glare. He listened while they growled
• 34:53
  Speaker 2: around and howled at him a bit, then pointed toward
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  Speaker 2: the nearest gate and simply answered, git before all that
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  Speaker 2: gesture and that look, that voice of cold and keen,
• 35:03
  Speaker 2: the growling monsters beat it very quickly from the scene,
• 35:06
  Speaker 2: while with a board and blaise air are mindful of
• 35:09
  Speaker 2: its cup. The victim took another chew and cried next
• 35:13
  Speaker 2: batter up upon his perch. King Nero sat quite thunder
• 35:17
  Speaker 2: struck with all. This is the strangest gent, said he
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  Speaker 2: that I have ever saw by all the gods, of
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  Speaker 2: ancient Rome, who can, as duffer be I used to umpire,
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  Speaker 2: He replied, this job was pie for me. End of
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  Speaker 2: Section seventeen. Section eighteen of Baseball Ballads. This is a
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  Speaker 2: Recording by Caveat baseball Ballads by Grantland Rice curfewed, fringed
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  Speaker 2: by clouds. The sun was setting, or the hills so
• 36:02
  Speaker 2: far away, filling all the land with beauty at the
• 36:05
  Speaker 2: close of yesterday, and the straggling rays descending fell upon
• 36:10
  Speaker 2: all fandom. There fans with aching, anguished bosoms, fans bowed
• 36:15
  Speaker 2: down in bleak despair. Jimmy said a little newsboy to
• 36:20
  Speaker 2: a ragged pal near by, who sat frowning at the
• 36:23
  Speaker 2: scoreboard with a tear drop in his eye. We ain't
• 36:27
  Speaker 2: got a chance to make it. And his face was set,
• 36:30
  Speaker 2: and white Author's got us on the hog train. Cleveland
• 36:35
  Speaker 2: can't win. Out to night, every fan from box to
• 36:39
  Speaker 2: Leeches sat in silence, sick and sore, as each inning
• 36:44
  Speaker 2: sped by swiftly, and the Napletts failed to score for
• 36:48
  Speaker 2: New York had pounded otto steadily from left to right,
• 36:52
  Speaker 2: so it looked like easy money. Cleveland wouldn't win that night.
• 36:57
  Speaker 2: In the meanwhile, Orth was puzzling every battle are on
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  Speaker 2: our team, so the chance to land of victory seemed
• 37:04
  Speaker 2: an empty, idle dream, nothing doing in the seventh till
• 37:08
  Speaker 2: at last above the crowd, New York's braces of luscious
• 37:11
  Speaker 2: talies hovered like a midnight cloud. Sitting on his bench,
• 37:16
  Speaker 2: Clark Griffith softly murmured, twenty three skidoo Larry to the
• 37:20
  Speaker 2: shadows of the ancient apple tree. Mister Orth was smiling blandly,
• 37:26
  Speaker 2: with the finish just in sight, thinking as he shot
• 37:29
  Speaker 2: one over Cleveland's out of it to night. Two more
• 37:34
  Speaker 2: rounds to make a rally, two more rounds to turn
• 37:37
  Speaker 2: the trick. Can you wonder for a minute why the
• 37:40
  Speaker 2: cranks were feeling sick? Not an echo from the grand stand.
• 37:44
  Speaker 2: There was a dearth of whoops and cheers, with a
• 37:47
  Speaker 2: ghastly silence broken only by the flashing tears batter up,
• 37:53
  Speaker 2: said Umpire O'Connor. Larry strode up to the plate with
• 37:57
  Speaker 2: a bludgeon in his talons while his teeth were clenched
• 38:00
  Speaker 2: in hate bing. Was that another earthquake or a cyclone
• 38:05
  Speaker 2: in the air, for the mighty shout that followed must
• 38:08
  Speaker 2: have rumbled through the square. Rossmand followed, and the tumult
• 38:12
  Speaker 2: grew into a maddened shout bing. The racket grew terrific
• 38:17
  Speaker 2: two unbasin no one out, Jackson next, and Hope's long
• 38:21
  Speaker 2: buried rose anew upon the wing. Soka Jimmy screaked the
• 38:25
  Speaker 2: rooters and the echo answered bing. Bradley forced and Beamus singled.
• 38:31
  Speaker 2: One had scored in every sack had a sprinter only
• 38:34
  Speaker 2: waiting for another welcome crack Tighter, Tighter grew the tension.
• 38:40
  Speaker 2: Stovell went to bass for Hess. Stovell with his little
• 38:43
  Speaker 2: horseshoe Lucky George Well, I should guess well by now
• 38:47
  Speaker 2: you've heard the story of the wild throw Conroy Maid
• 38:50
  Speaker 2: when he tagged out Harry Beamus and a double play
• 38:53
  Speaker 2: essayed al Uth was a blighted being. Griffith hareturn Snowy
• 38:57
  Speaker 2: White for in place of New York winning Cleveland caught
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  Speaker 2: the game last night. Enter Section eighteen, Section nineteen baseball ballots.
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  Speaker 2: grantland Rice, The Fan and his Way. There was a
• 39:34
  Speaker 2: fan in our town, and he was wondrous wise or
• 39:38
  Speaker 2: hit him out. He'd yell in rage at every sacrifice.
• 39:41
  Speaker 2: And when some player tried to bunt and got choked
• 39:43
  Speaker 2: off at first, this wild eyed fan arose in wrath
• 39:46
  Speaker 2: and bitterly he cursed. Of all the dubs are slowest
• 39:50
  Speaker 2: tubs I ever saw play ball, Of all the jokes,
• 39:53
  Speaker 2: the fat head blokes that one has got the call,
• 39:56
  Speaker 2: but made him spring a trick like that, There ain't
• 39:59
  Speaker 2: nobody nose. Chop out that bunch of crazy runt and
• 40:03
  Speaker 2: slap it on the nose. There was a fan in
• 40:07
  Speaker 2: our town, and he was wond'rous wise, the self same
• 40:10
  Speaker 2: gent that yelled in rage at every sacrifice. But when
• 40:14
  Speaker 2: a player lined one out instead of sacrificing and cracked
• 40:17
  Speaker 2: into a double play, the outburst was surprising. Of all
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  Speaker 2: the fat heads far and near I ever saw play ball,
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  Speaker 2: of all the MutS, the brainless butts, that guy has
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  Speaker 2: got the call. When it gets down to bush league
• 40:31
  Speaker 2: work that lobster takes the kick way, don't you bunch
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  Speaker 2: your crazy runt? When's that the play to make? There
• 40:38
  Speaker 2: was a fan in our town, and he had wondrous eyes,
• 40:42
  Speaker 2: and when the umpire called a strike, he'd howl in
• 40:44
  Speaker 2: mad surprise, and on some play at second base fall
• 40:48
  Speaker 2: fifty yards away behind the screen, he'd raised in wrath
• 40:52
  Speaker 2: with sundry things to say, what that man out? Wake up,
• 40:56
  Speaker 2: old scout, No wonder we lose the game? He had
• 40:59
  Speaker 2: that beat a dozen feet you second, Jesse James. Of
• 41:02
  Speaker 2: course the umpire on the spot could not outlined the
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  Speaker 2: play like that wise guy with eagle eye two hundred
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  Speaker 2: feet away. There was a fan in our town. The
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  Speaker 2: team won out that night. He swore by all the
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  Speaker 2: ancient gods that the bunch was out of sight. Next
• 41:18
  Speaker 2: day they lost. But what he said was private information
• 41:22
  Speaker 2: or what is technically called unfit for publication blank blank blank,
• 41:29
  Speaker 2: du blanc, du blanc, du blanc, and other phrases which
• 41:34
  Speaker 2: alas I know beyond doubt would bring a moral shock
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  Speaker 2: if I should fill the spaces out. End of Section nineteen,
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  Speaker 2: by Carriat Baseball Ballance by Grant and Rice. Over the plate,
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  Speaker 2: Bill Jones had the speed of a cannon ball. He
• 42:10
  Speaker 2: could loosen a brick from a three foot wall. When
• 42:13
  Speaker 2: he shut one across, it would hurtle by too swiftly
• 42:16
  Speaker 2: for even the surest eye. No one could hit him
• 42:19
  Speaker 2: when he was right, as no eye could follow the
• 42:21
  Speaker 2: ball's quick flight. Bill should have starred in a big
• 42:25
  Speaker 2: league roll, but he stuck to the miners. He lacked control.
• 42:30
  Speaker 2: Jack Smith had a curve like a loop. The loop
• 42:33
  Speaker 2: he would start for your head with a sudden swoop
• 42:34
  Speaker 2: and break your knee with the zigzag wave and the
• 42:38
  Speaker 2: league's best hitters would roar and wave and the jump
• 42:41
  Speaker 2: it took and the sudden swerve shades of the boomerang.
• 42:44
  Speaker 2: What a curve, But Jack still doomed at the bischleigu fate.
• 42:48
  Speaker 2: He could not get it across the plate. Tom Brown
• 42:51
  Speaker 2: had both the speed and the curves, a combination which
• 42:54
  Speaker 2: jarred the nerves. He would steam them by till they
• 42:57
  Speaker 2: looked like peas and then take a jump for your neck.
• 43:00
  Speaker 2: Trnese from the worst to the best of the league
• 43:03
  Speaker 2: by Jing he had them all in the phantom swing,
• 43:06
  Speaker 2: but he missed the mark of the Jewy grate. Poor Tom,
• 43:09
  Speaker 2: he couldn't locate the plate. How is it with you?
• 43:12
  Speaker 2: If I may ask? Have you got control of your
• 43:16
  Speaker 2: daily task? Have you got control of your appetite, of
• 43:20
  Speaker 2: your temper and tongue in a bitter fight? Have you
• 43:23
  Speaker 2: got control of your braveen and brain? Or are you
• 43:26
  Speaker 2: laboring all in vain? It matters not what your daily roll.
• 43:30
  Speaker 2: Have you got control? Have you got control? It counts
• 43:35
  Speaker 2: not what you may have, My friend, when the story
• 43:38
  Speaker 2: is told of the game's far end, the greatest brawn
• 43:41
  Speaker 2: and the greatest brain the world has known may be
• 43:44
  Speaker 2: yours in vain. The man with control is the one
• 43:47
  Speaker 2: who mounts. And it's how you use what you've got
• 43:50
  Speaker 2: that counts. Have you got the bead? Are you aiming straight?
• 43:54
  Speaker 2: How much of your effort goes over the plate? End
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  Speaker 2: of Section twenty.
• 44:05
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  Speaker 1: by Eliste. Baseball ballads by Grantlin Rice Knocking slang, nix
• 44:23
  Speaker 1: on the slang, Chop out the stuff that ain't no
• 44:26
  Speaker 1: way to pass the dope out. Crawl easy on this
• 44:29
  Speaker 1: line of guph and push it for a gentle slope out.
• 44:33
  Speaker 1: Don't make the English feel a joke by crabbing up
• 44:35
  Speaker 1: the conversation. Give it a chance correctly spoke without some
• 44:39
  Speaker 1: wise mutts explanation. If there is one thing puts the
• 44:44
  Speaker 1: punkkebash upon me, it's the geezer who's always spieling out
• 44:48
  Speaker 1: some junk and running in some funny weezer who jams
• 44:52
  Speaker 1: in with a bunch of talk that listens like it
• 44:54
  Speaker 1: had a cancer until somebody calls a box and grabs
• 44:58
  Speaker 1: a chart to pick the answer. Why ain't the old
• 45:01
  Speaker 1: spiel good enough that's lined out in the dictionary that
• 45:04
  Speaker 1: we must draw this crossfire guph to which no sane
• 45:07
  Speaker 1: gazebee is Jerry, I'll take mine. In the simple buzz,
• 45:12
  Speaker 1: when Noah Webster led the batting, he had these slangsters
• 45:16
  Speaker 1: on the buzz. When it came down to big league chatting.
• 45:20
  Speaker 1: Nix on this slang. It's on the blink, and my
• 45:23
  Speaker 1: remarks are here emphatic. The geek who slings it through
• 45:27
  Speaker 1: the ink has beetles in his bush. Leak attic. Let's
• 45:30
  Speaker 1: slip on in the big revive for scholarly and classic diction.
• 45:35
  Speaker 1: Come on, you mutts, now with the dive and do
• 45:37
  Speaker 1: a Brodie at this fiction. End of section twenty one.
• 45:47
  Speaker 2: Section twenty two of baseball Ballads. This is a libriovox recording.
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  Speaker 2: baseball Ballads by gruntland Rice the real spring time. I
• 46:07
  Speaker 2: do not care about the spring of which the high
• 46:09
  Speaker 2: browed poets sing, of vines, where budding blossoms cling, and
• 46:13
  Speaker 2: all that sort of blooming thing. I care not for
• 46:16
  Speaker 2: the triolet which boost the early violet, nor buzzing bees,
• 46:20
  Speaker 2: nor budding trees, nor scented stuff upon the breeze. The
• 46:23
  Speaker 2: bard who brays of meadows green to me is balmy
• 46:27
  Speaker 2: in the bean. I do not care about the spring
• 46:30
  Speaker 2: of happy larks upon the wing of mocking birds that
• 46:33
  Speaker 2: rise and sing, and all that fuzzy sort of thing.
• 46:37
  Speaker 2: I care not for the april snow of white bloom
• 46:40
  Speaker 2: wafted to and fro, the sunlit weather, purple heather lovers
• 46:44
  Speaker 2: down the lane together the dope draws his brand of
• 46:47
  Speaker 2: throb to me. Is knotty in the knob, But hail thrice,
• 46:52
  Speaker 2: Hail the golden spring, which ushers in the spitball fling,
• 46:56
  Speaker 2: the echo of the three bass bing, which makes the
• 46:59
  Speaker 2: budland elkin ring, the shout across the Greek divide of slide,
• 47:04
  Speaker 2: you bonehead lobster slide, the mighty roar that sings the school,
• 47:07
  Speaker 2: the chance to lap the umpire's gore. Tell your mocking
• 47:11
  Speaker 2: birds spring call, give me the melody play ball. End
• 47:17
  Speaker 2: of poem, Section twenty three of baseball Ballads. This is
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  Speaker 2: Recording by Caveat baseball Ballads by Grantland Rice the Raven
• 47:41
  Speaker 2: up to date. Last night, while I pondered dreary, grouchy,
• 47:46
  Speaker 2: sore and limp and leary, all the dope in my
• 47:50
  Speaker 2: apartments far upon the thirteenth floor. As I nodded, nearly napping,
• 47:56
  Speaker 2: suddenly there came a tapping, as of someone gently rapping,
• 48:01
  Speaker 2: rapping at my chamber door. Tis some bill collector, thought
• 48:04
  Speaker 2: I rapping at my chamber door. Only that and nothing more.
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  Speaker 3: Ah.
• 48:11
  Speaker 2: Distinctly, I remember I was thinking of September and the
• 48:15
  Speaker 2: finish of the Lee race, what the future had in store,
• 48:19
  Speaker 2: And I started prophesying where the pennant would be flying,
• 48:23
  Speaker 2: till at last I gave up trying, feeling very sad
• 48:26
  Speaker 2: and sore, for the dope was so uncertain that I
• 48:30
  Speaker 2: gave up, sad and sore, grumbling slowly never more. As
• 48:37
  Speaker 2: I sat there nearly bug house, longing for a near
• 48:40
  Speaker 2: by jug house, once again I heard the tapping tapping
• 48:44
  Speaker 2: at my chamber door. So I opened it, shrinking craven,
• 48:48
  Speaker 2: wishing for some happy haven. When behold there flapped a
• 48:52
  Speaker 2: raven stalking in across the floor, stalking Edgar Allen Powish,
• 48:57
  Speaker 2: right across my ruggler's floor. Ah to Liba, I was
• 49:01
  Speaker 2: saw raven, cried, I why the devil have you come
• 49:06
  Speaker 2: here on the level I thought mister Poe had written
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  Speaker 2: you would enter never more? What has brought you you
• 49:13
  Speaker 2: intrigue with that look, so keen and eager. Speak up there,
• 49:17
  Speaker 2: you old bush Liga. Why have you returned? You bore,
• 49:21
  Speaker 2: stake your trouble and then skipsa leave me quickly, I implore,
• 49:26
  Speaker 2: quoth the raven. What's the score.
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  Speaker 4: Enough?
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  Speaker 2: Section twenty three.
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  Speaker 3: Sanction twenty four of baseball Ballads. This is a livery
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  Speaker 3: Baseball Ballads by grantlan Rice, A Day in the Bleachers
• 50:00
  Speaker 3: being a true chronicle of the comments offered by Mike
• 50:03
  Speaker 3: the bite as the game was in progress, wedged into
• 50:07
  Speaker 3: verse whilst that a ball, I'll say, you make me weary?
• 50:14
  Speaker 3: Why don't you caught him? Strikes you, Jesse James, No
• 50:19
  Speaker 3: wonder that ball club's looking leary. We blind men on
• 50:23
  Speaker 3: the job and burying games. I'm glad I left my
• 50:28
  Speaker 3: watch it home. You pirate when I see the style?
• 50:31
  Speaker 3: What goes with you today? Why that Ali Baba geezer
• 50:36
  Speaker 3: was a fat head Bush League teaser? When it gets
• 50:40
  Speaker 3: down to the scientific way, wake up, you fat head.
• 50:45
  Speaker 3: Take a wallop at it. Swing at them balls, what
• 50:49
  Speaker 3: slopes across the plate? Don't stand there like a blear
• 50:53
  Speaker 3: eyed mummy bat it. This ain't no place to dream,
• 50:58
  Speaker 3: you drunken skate tree strikes an hour and still you're
• 51:02
  Speaker 3: on the payroll. I only wish I owned his baseball club,
• 51:08
  Speaker 3: and the first thing that I'd do would be hit
• 51:10
  Speaker 3: a candy. You about the size of a lookout mountain,
• 51:14
  Speaker 3: mister dubb say that guy playin second is a dandy?
• 51:20
  Speaker 3: Did you pipe him? Block that Bengle on the bound
• 51:23
  Speaker 3: He got ted Roosevelt double crossed for candy when it
• 51:27
  Speaker 3: comes to swinging hard and covering ground. But the mutt
• 51:32
  Speaker 3: WoT went and booted that last roller. He ducked tonight.
• 51:36
  Speaker 3: If I but had my wish in my time, I
• 51:40
  Speaker 3: think I've seen a bunch o dubs, some punkirino, But
• 51:44
  Speaker 3: d fella couldn't catch contagious fish. End of Section twenty
• 51:50
  Speaker 3: four red Vour Mapstone.
• 51:59
  Speaker 2: Section twenty of baseball Ballads. This is a LibriVox recording.
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  Speaker 3: A warning.
• 52:19
  Speaker 2: Makers of bonnets, the women wear molders of fashion. Whoe'er
• 52:23
  Speaker 2: ye be drear is the curse of my daily prayer.
• 52:27
  Speaker 2: Deep is the hatred I have for thee. This is
• 52:30
  Speaker 2: the warning I fling afar molded more on a smaller plan,
• 52:34
  Speaker 2: chop off a couple of yards of spa, or beware
• 52:37
  Speaker 2: the wrath of an angry fan. Yester year to the
• 52:40
  Speaker 2: game I went daily the pilgrimage I made. Oh what
• 52:44
  Speaker 2: a waste of coin I spent wondering there How the
• 52:47
  Speaker 2: game was played? Was it a hit or an era
• 52:49
  Speaker 2: of row? Was it a stolen base or score? I
• 52:52
  Speaker 2: appeared in Vain, but I only saw a hat that
• 52:55
  Speaker 2: was nine feet wide or more. Back to the park
• 52:59
  Speaker 2: the spring night, knowing the old styles out of date, now,
• 53:03
  Speaker 2: I thought I shall get at last. I look once
• 53:05
  Speaker 2: more at the old home plate. Was it a hit
• 53:08
  Speaker 2: or a fielding floor? Why the deuice? Did the bleachers roar?
• 53:12
  Speaker 2: In Vain? I looked, but I only saw a hat
• 53:14
  Speaker 2: that was nine feet high or more. Makers of bonnets,
• 53:18
  Speaker 2: the women wear molders of fashion? Who aebe drear is
• 53:22
  Speaker 2: the curse of my daily prayer deep as the hatred
• 53:25
  Speaker 2: I have for thee. This is the warning I hurled today.
• 53:29
  Speaker 2: Cut on a narrower, shorter plan, chop off a couple
• 53:32
  Speaker 2: of yards each way, and will ware the wrath of
• 53:34
  Speaker 2: a maddened fan. End of section twenty five.
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  Speaker 5: Easy Keep baseball Ballads by Grantlin Rice Out on the lines.
• 54:06
  Speaker 5: It isn't so much Did you make a hit, But
• 54:10
  Speaker 5: how did you swing at the ball? Did you go
• 54:13
  Speaker 5: up to the bat with your nerve all gone and
• 54:15
  Speaker 5: never half try it all? Did your heart beat strong?
• 54:20
  Speaker 5: Were your eyes gleaming bright? Did you swing as it
• 54:23
  Speaker 5: cut the plate? Or did you stand in a listless
• 54:26
  Speaker 5: way and hit at the ball too late? It isn't
• 54:30
  Speaker 5: so much. Did you score a run? But how did
• 54:32
  Speaker 5: you act on bass? Did you run it out at
• 54:36
  Speaker 5: the crack of the bat with a rattling, dashing pace.
• 54:40
  Speaker 5: Did you look for a chance to steal a bag?
• 54:43
  Speaker 5: Did you score by your own keen wit? Or did
• 54:46
  Speaker 5: you get all the way around on the other fellow's hit?
• 54:50
  Speaker 5: It isn't so much did you win the game? But
• 54:53
  Speaker 5: how did you play, old scout? Did you give them
• 54:56
  Speaker 5: a fight to the bitter end and scrap till the
• 54:59
  Speaker 5: last was out? Did you let them know they were
• 55:02
  Speaker 5: in a game? Did you always come back strong? Or
• 55:06
  Speaker 5: did you loaf when the game seemed last and quit
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  Speaker 5: when the break went wrong? End of section twenty six
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  Speaker 5: Red Bay, Larry Giziki, February nineteenth, twenty twenty three.
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  Speaker 2: Section twenty seven of baseball Ballads. This is a LibriVox recording.
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  Speaker 2: by Caveat baseball Ballads by grantland Rice on Memory's Wall.
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  Speaker 2: Of all the horrible pictures that hang on Memory's wall
• 55:51
  Speaker 2: is one of a certain ball game that seemeth the
• 55:54
  Speaker 2: worst of all. Not for the money wasted to county,
• 55:57
  Speaker 2: the coin it costs, nor that the umpire robbed us,
• 56:01
  Speaker 2: not that the home team lost, not the short stop
• 56:04
  Speaker 2: fumbled four balls while I madly cursed, nor the catcher
• 56:08
  Speaker 2: caught like a lobster it seemeth to me the worst.
• 56:13
  Speaker 2: I once had a little sweetheart with either were deep
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  Speaker 2: and dark, and to that game I took her into
• 56:18
  Speaker 2: the baseball park, light as the down of thistles, The
• 56:22
  Speaker 2: fielders chased the ball loud as the roar of tempests
• 56:26
  Speaker 2: followed the router's call, and I heard my heart beat
• 56:29
  Speaker 2: loudly as a star man came to bat. When my
• 56:32
  Speaker 2: little sweetheart murmured, say look at that woman's hat loudly.
• 56:38
  Speaker 2: The base hit rattled, bringing the tying score wildly. The
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  Speaker 2: crowd up started yelping a mighty roar. Softly, there came
• 56:46
  Speaker 2: a whisper, ending my joyous fit. Why is that poor
• 56:50
  Speaker 2: man running? What is a three base hit? Therefore, of
• 56:55
  Speaker 2: all the pictures that hang on memory's wall, that one
• 56:58
  Speaker 2: of a certain ball game, it seemeth the worst of all.
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  Speaker 2: End of Section twenty seven Section twenty eight of Baseball Ballots.
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  Speaker 2: Grantlin Rice. The game, Let's play it out? This little
• 57:34
  Speaker 2: game called life. But we are listed for so brief
• 57:37
  Speaker 2: a spell, not just to win amid the tumult rife,
• 57:41
  Speaker 2: or where a claim in gay applauses swell, not just
• 57:45
  Speaker 2: to conquer, where some one must lose or reach the goal,
• 57:48
  Speaker 2: whatever be the cost, For there are other better ways
• 57:51
  Speaker 2: to choose, though in the end the battle may be lost.
• 57:56
  Speaker 2: Let's play it out as if it were a sport,
• 57:58
  Speaker 2: wherein the game is better than the goal. And never
• 58:01
  Speaker 2: mind the detailed scores report of errors made, if each
• 58:05
  Speaker 2: with dauntless soul, But stick it out until the day
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  Speaker 2: is done, not wasting fairness for success or fame. So
• 58:12
  Speaker 2: when the battle has been lost or won, the world
• 58:15
  Speaker 2: at least can say he played the game. Let's play
• 58:20
  Speaker 2: it out this little game called work or war or
• 58:23
  Speaker 2: love or what part each may draw. Play like a
• 58:27
  Speaker 2: man who scorns to quit or shirk because the break
• 58:30
  Speaker 2: may carry some deep floor, nor simply holding that the
• 58:34
  Speaker 2: goal is all that keeps the player in the contest staying.
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  Speaker 2: But stick it out from curtain rise to fall, as
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  Speaker 2: if the game itself were worth the playing. End of
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  Speaker 2: Mudville's Fate being number three of the Casey series, depicting
• 59:17
  Speaker 2: the sad finish of Mudville after the celebrated sun of
• 59:21
  Speaker 2: swat for the township on the brink by whipping in
• 59:24
  Speaker 2: the championship game, thus wiping out all interest in a
• 59:27
  Speaker 2: hitherto thriving baseball center. The pathetic fate of Mudville afterwards
• 59:31
  Speaker 2: is only equalled by that of the deserted village so
• 59:35
  Speaker 2: aptly doped out by the late O Goldsmith real poet.
• 59:43
  Speaker 2: I wandered back to Maudville, Tom, where you and I
• 59:46
  Speaker 2: were boys, and where we drew in days gone by,
• 59:49
  Speaker 2: our fill of childish joys alas the town's deserted now,
• 59:54
  Speaker 2: and only rank weeds grow where Mighty Casey fanned the
• 59:58
  Speaker 2: air just twenty years ago. Remember Billy Woodson's Place, where
• 1:00:03
  Speaker 2: in the evening shade the bunch would gather and discuss
• 1:00:06
  Speaker 2: the home runs Casey made. Dog fennel now grows thick
• 1:00:09
  Speaker 2: around that joint we used to know before old Casey
• 1:00:13
  Speaker 2: whiffed the breeze some twenty years ago. The grandstand too
• 1:00:18
  Speaker 2: has been torn down. No bleachers met my gaze where
• 1:00:22
  Speaker 2: you and I were wont to sit in happy by
• 1:00:24
  Speaker 2: gone days. The peanuts which we fumbled there have sprouted
• 1:00:27
  Speaker 2: in a row where Mighty Casey swung in vain just
• 1:00:30
  Speaker 2: twenty years ago. Oh how we used to cheer him
• 1:00:34
  Speaker 2: tom each time he came to bat, And how we
• 1:00:37
  Speaker 2: held our breath in awe when on the plate he spat,
• 1:00:40
  Speaker 2: And when he landed on the ball, how loud we yelped.
• 1:00:43
  Speaker 2: But oh how loud we cursed when he struck out
• 1:00:46
  Speaker 2: some twenty years ago. The diamond is a corn patch now,
• 1:00:51
  Speaker 2: the outfields overgrown with pumpkin vines and weedy plots. The
• 1:00:55
  Speaker 2: rooters all have flown. They couldn't bear to live on there,
• 1:00:59
  Speaker 2: for nothing was the same where they had been so
• 1:01:02
  Speaker 2: happy once before that fateful game. The village band disbanded.
• 1:01:07
  Speaker 2: Soon the mayor Toon resigned, The council even jumped scraft,
• 1:01:11
  Speaker 2: and in seclusion pined. The Marshal caught the next train out,
• 1:01:14
  Speaker 2: and those we used to know began to leave in
• 1:01:17
  Speaker 2: flocks and drove some twenty years ago. For after Casey
• 1:01:22
  Speaker 2: fanned that day, the citizens all left, and one by
• 1:01:25
  Speaker 2: one they sought new lands. Heart broken and bereft, the
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  Speaker 2: joyous shouts no more ray out of children at their play.
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  Speaker 2: The village Blacksmith's closed his shop, the druggist moved away.
• 1:01:38
  Speaker 2: Alas for Mudville's banished pomp. When Mighty Casey reigned, her
• 1:01:42
  Speaker 2: grandeur has departed. Now, her glorious long since waned. Her
• 1:01:46
  Speaker 2: place upon the map is lost, and no one seems
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  Speaker 2: to care a whit about the old town now since
• 1:01:52
  Speaker 2: Casey biffed the air. End of section twenty nine, Section
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• 1:02:22
  Speaker 2: ye may drink if ye will, to the star of renown,
• 1:02:25
  Speaker 2: who is listed far over the mass, who has planted
• 1:02:28
  Speaker 2: his name on the hallway of fame, at a height
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  Speaker 2: which no other can pass. I will take off my
• 1:02:33
  Speaker 2: hat to a player like that. He is worthy of
• 1:02:36
  Speaker 2: plaudits I know, and none can refuse to extend him
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  Speaker 2: his dues, and wheel bow down to him in a row.
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  Speaker 2: But come for your glasses, my lads, and my glasses
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  Speaker 2: a toast as the wine drops run. And here's the
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  Speaker 2: fellow who plays the game and sticks till the game
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  Speaker 2: is done. Ye may drink if ye will, to the
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  Speaker 2: brilliant brigade, and the hair raising chances they take, to
• 1:02:59
  Speaker 2: their wonderful stops, and their fast breaking drops, and the
• 1:03:02
  Speaker 2: one handed catches they make. They are worthy of fame,
• 1:03:05
  Speaker 2: for they light up the game, and it's write that
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  Speaker 2: their luster should grow. And none can refuse to extend
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  Speaker 2: them their dues, and we'll bow down to them in
• 1:03:13
  Speaker 2: a row. Then, ho for your glasses, my lads, and
• 1:03:16
  Speaker 2: my glasses a toast as the red drops run. And
• 1:03:19
  Speaker 2: here's the fellow who plays the game and sticks till
• 1:03:22
  Speaker 2: the game is done. It doesn't count much at the
• 1:03:25
  Speaker 2: tale's far end, whether victory cometh or not. If but
• 1:03:29
  Speaker 2: early and late, we will stand to the plate and
• 1:03:32
  Speaker 2: give em the best we have got. If we keep
• 1:03:35
  Speaker 2: up the fight till the end is in sight, and
• 1:03:37
  Speaker 2: never give up, though we tire, although out of breath,
• 1:03:40
  Speaker 2: we'll be in at the death with a pretty fair
• 1:03:43
  Speaker 2: lead at the wire. So up with your glasses, my lads,
• 1:03:46
  Speaker 2: and my glasses. A toast as the wine drops run.
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  Speaker 2: And here's to the fellow who plays the game and
• 1:03:52
  Speaker 2: sticks till the game is done. End of section thirty
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  Speaker 2: by Caveat baseball Ballads by grantland Rice, The Champs of
• 1:04:22
  Speaker 2: the Alley League, Just at this time every season, when
• 1:04:27
  Speaker 2: the sun beats down on the street, when the breath
• 1:04:30
  Speaker 2: of another springtime comes up with its fragrant suite, when
• 1:04:33
  Speaker 2: the Winter League races over, and the clans of a
• 1:04:36
  Speaker 2: new campaign are camped in the fields of Dixie, cheered
• 1:04:40
  Speaker 2: on by the fan refrain as they talk of a
• 1:04:43
  Speaker 2: coming pennant, or speak of an all star team. My
• 1:04:46
  Speaker 2: fancy flies on the south wind, on the crest of
• 1:04:49
  Speaker 2: an old old dream, back where the eye gleamed brightly,
• 1:04:53
  Speaker 2: where the soul knew no fatigue, When I was one
• 1:04:56
  Speaker 2: of the ragged stars, the champs of the Alley League.
• 1:05:01
  Speaker 2: I hear that the fever is rising, that the great
• 1:05:03
  Speaker 2: van Flock once more is ready to sit in the
• 1:05:06
  Speaker 2: bleachers and cheer for the winning score. They speak of
• 1:05:10
  Speaker 2: a coming wonder, They talk of a flag to fly.
• 1:05:13
  Speaker 2: They whisper the thrilling story of Mike and his batting eye.
• 1:05:18
  Speaker 2: But out from the mad fanatics, my fancy wanders free
• 1:05:22
  Speaker 2: from the hopes of a glad to morrow, to the
• 1:05:24
  Speaker 2: land of the use, to be far from the spitball gossip,
• 1:05:28
  Speaker 2: far from mc graw's intrigue. When I first played on
• 1:05:32
  Speaker 2: the Ragged Stars, the champs of the Alley League. And
• 1:05:37
  Speaker 2: what is the mighty wagoner? To Mickey the human slat
• 1:05:41
  Speaker 2: who batted around eight hundred with a broomstick for a bat,
• 1:05:45
  Speaker 2: Where is the big league gameness of stars they have
• 1:05:47
  Speaker 2: set on thrones, to Johnny the jew who tied the
• 1:05:50
  Speaker 2: score with a slide over cobblestones. Matthewson's curves are a mystery.
• 1:05:55
  Speaker 2: Walsh is a wonder too. But Pat mac guire set
• 1:05:58
  Speaker 2: the strike out mark with a palette of yarn and glue.
• 1:06:03
  Speaker 2: Boast of your Chansen Jennings, winners of keen intrigue. But
• 1:06:07
  Speaker 2: they never stacked up with the Ragged Stars, the champs
• 1:06:10
  Speaker 2: of the Alley League, just at this time every season,
• 1:06:15
  Speaker 2: when the march unwarms the town, when the little green
• 1:06:18
  Speaker 2: leaves peep shyly from the stark brower limbs of brown,
• 1:06:22
  Speaker 2: when the voice of the router rises in the roll
• 1:06:24
  Speaker 2: of a rippling cheer, the winds of another springtime blow
• 1:06:28
  Speaker 2: back from another year, the cry of the barefoot legions,
• 1:06:32
  Speaker 2: the shouts of the tattered host, as twinkling feet raced
• 1:06:36
  Speaker 2: madly in a dash for the telephone post to a
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  Speaker 2: wagon wheel for second base, with never a touch of fatigue.
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  Speaker 2: When I was one of the Ragged Stars, the champs
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  Speaker 2: of the Alley League. End of section thirty one Section
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  Speaker 2: thirty two of baseball Ballads. This is a LibriVox recording.
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  Speaker 2: by Caveat baseball Ballads by Grantland Rice, the man who
• 1:07:17
  Speaker 2: played with Anson on the old Chicago team. There showed
• 1:07:22
  Speaker 2: up out in Mudville in the spring of eighty three.
• 1:07:25
  Speaker 2: Her Feller evidently liked just recovering from a spree. He
• 1:07:30
  Speaker 2: said his name was Casey, and he was a sight
• 1:07:32
  Speaker 2: to view as he walked into the ballpark and inquired
• 1:07:35
  Speaker 2: for work to do. There wasn't any opening for you
• 1:07:39
  Speaker 2: should understand that was the time when Mudville had a
• 1:07:42
  Speaker 2: bunch of stars on hand. But the stranger lingered, telling Mickey,
• 1:07:46
  Speaker 2: Nolan and the rest what an all filed batting average
• 1:07:49
  Speaker 2: he possessed when at his best. Till finally he stated,
• 1:07:53
  Speaker 2: quite by chance, as it would seem, that he had
• 1:07:56
  Speaker 2: played with Anson on the old Chicago team. Well that
• 1:08:00
  Speaker 2: was quite another thing. We owned that any cuss who'd
• 1:08:03
  Speaker 2: played with old Pop Anson must be good enough for us.
• 1:08:07
  Speaker 2: So we took Casey at his word and signed him
• 1:08:09
  Speaker 2: while we could, well, knowing if we didn't that some
• 1:08:12
  Speaker 2: other ball club would. For Kanaki was looking round for
• 1:08:15
  Speaker 2: people that could play, and pipe Bull wouldn't overlook this
• 1:08:18
  Speaker 2: fellow any day. We gave him quite a contract, though
• 1:08:22
  Speaker 2: it made the other swear saying we had done him
• 1:08:25
  Speaker 2: dirty and it wasn't on the square, But we laid
• 1:08:28
  Speaker 2: back and cackled for the pennel warn't no dream with
• 1:08:31
  Speaker 2: the man who played with Anson on the old Chicago team.
• 1:08:36
  Speaker 2: It made our eyeballs nigh pop out and pop back
• 1:08:39
  Speaker 2: in again to hear that Casey telling of old Anson
• 1:08:42
  Speaker 2: and his men by home runs were so common that
• 1:08:44
  Speaker 2: nobody waved a hat with Williamson, King Kelly or five
• 1:08:48
  Speaker 2: freefer at the bat. A man who didn't hit above
• 1:08:52
  Speaker 2: five hundred couldn't stick with that old bunch, for Anson
• 1:08:55
  Speaker 2: would release them mighty quick. They handled ground balls with
• 1:08:59
  Speaker 2: their teeth, often shut their eyes while in the act
• 1:09:02
  Speaker 2: of pulling down the longest, hardest flies, and after all
• 1:09:06
  Speaker 2: the fanning bees. Each night. We used to dream of
• 1:09:08
  Speaker 2: the fellow who played with Anson on the old Chicago team.
• 1:09:12
  Speaker 2: But somehow this fellow Casey, never felt like going in.
• 1:09:16
  Speaker 2: He spent his time at Wilson's shaking pokerdice for gin.
• 1:09:19
  Speaker 2: Wherever he was needed, he was always sure to shirk,
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  Speaker 2: remarking he would have to wait before he started work.
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  Speaker 2: If any other gent had loathed the way he used
• 1:09:29
  Speaker 2: to do, we'd have find him fifty dollars every day
• 1:09:31
  Speaker 2: and benched him too. But you see, the fans respected
• 1:09:34
  Speaker 2: him and backed him to the last on account of
• 1:09:37
  Speaker 2: his connections with the diamond in the past. For no
• 1:09:40
  Speaker 2: one felt like knocking or handling out a call to
• 1:09:43
  Speaker 2: the man who played on Anson's team, the greatest of
• 1:09:45
  Speaker 2: them all. Well, finally the climax came, the big test
• 1:09:50
  Speaker 2: of the year, and the fans was there in bunches
• 1:09:52
  Speaker 2: from the country far and near, especially attracted by the
• 1:09:56
  Speaker 2: statement made that day that, having rounded into shake big
• 1:09:59
  Speaker 2: case he was to play. The other nine was looking kinder,
• 1:10:03
  Speaker 2: worried and upset. But they wouldn't even listen to an
• 1:10:06
  Speaker 2: even money bet. We kidded them and joshed them, but
• 1:10:09
  Speaker 2: no wagering was done till at last they placed a
• 1:10:12
  Speaker 2: thousand at the odds of ten to one. But even
• 1:10:15
  Speaker 2: at this odds it looked an easy money scheme with
• 1:10:18
  Speaker 2: a man who played with Anson on the old Chicago team.
• 1:10:23
  Speaker 2: But Casey never drew a chance to shine in any way.
• 1:10:26
  Speaker 2: They handed him a base on balls without the least delay.
• 1:10:29
  Speaker 2: The pitcher didn't seem to care to put one over straight,
• 1:10:32
  Speaker 2: while the man who played with Anson was a standing
• 1:10:35
  Speaker 2: at the plate. He only had one fly and left,
• 1:10:38
  Speaker 2: which bounded off his head. It seemed the sun was
• 1:10:41
  Speaker 2: shining in his countenance, he said. And so the people
• 1:10:44
  Speaker 2: waited in much anger and suspense for Casey's opportunity to
• 1:10:47
  Speaker 2: drive one through the fence and it came. Oh yes,
• 1:10:50
  Speaker 2: it landed with a nauseating rap for the man who
• 1:10:53
  Speaker 2: played with Anson and referred to him as cap Old
• 1:10:58
  Speaker 2: Mudville was a run behind. When the last inning came,
• 1:11:01
  Speaker 2: the basis full and two was out. A hit would
• 1:11:03
  Speaker 2: win the game. He's got to put it over now.
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  Speaker 2: Each router waved his hat and shouted in delirium. As
• 1:11:09
  Speaker 2: Casey stepped to bat. The first two in chutes jumped
• 1:11:13
  Speaker 2: across the center of the plate as mister Anson's colleague
• 1:11:16
  Speaker 2: Chum found out a bit too late. The next look good,
• 1:11:19
  Speaker 2: and Casey swung. There came a mighty crack, but the
• 1:11:22
  Speaker 2: noise originated from the spine in Casey's back. In reaching
• 1:11:27
  Speaker 2: for that outroot, he had drenched his spinal beam of
• 1:11:30
  Speaker 2: the man who played with Anson on the old Chicago team.
• 1:11:34
  Speaker 2: That night, we wired Anson to discover it if he
• 1:11:37
  Speaker 2: knew a man by the name of Casey, as we
• 1:11:39
  Speaker 2: felt we ought to do, And when the answer came
• 1:11:42
  Speaker 2: next day, it stirred up quite a fuss. Yes, I
• 1:11:46
  Speaker 2: remember Casey well, he carried bats for us. We hunted
• 1:11:50
  Speaker 2: for him quite a spell, but he had gone away.
• 1:11:53
  Speaker 2: Else the daisies would be blooming over his remains to day.
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  Speaker 2: But if you land in Mudville on the lookout for
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  Speaker 2: some fun, don't ever mention Casey's name unless you wear
• 1:12:04
  Speaker 2: a gun. End of section thirty two, Section thirty three
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  Speaker 2: baseball Ballads by Grantlin Rice. The record when the game
• 1:12:35
  Speaker 2: is done, and the players creep one by one to
• 1:12:38
  Speaker 2: the league of sleep deep in the night. They may
• 1:12:41
  Speaker 2: not know the way of the fight, the fate of
• 1:12:44
  Speaker 2: the foe, and the cheer that passed from applauding bands
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  Speaker 2: is still at last, but the record stands the base
• 1:12:52
  Speaker 2: hits made and the errors wrought, how the game was played,
• 1:12:56
  Speaker 2: how the fight was fought. Though the game be done with,
• 1:13:00
  Speaker 2: the night is deep, and one by one from the
• 1:13:02
  Speaker 2: field they creep. The day has passed through the twilight gates,
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  Speaker 2: but the scroll is cast and the record waits. And
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  Speaker 2: of section thirty.
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  Speaker 6: Three, Section thirty four of Baseball Ballads. This is a
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  Speaker 6: Baseball ballads by Grantland Rice, the major leaguer's daughter, or
• 1:13:38
  Speaker 6: the Turning of the Tide. They were seated in the
• 1:13:42
  Speaker 6: parlor where the gas was burning low, and he held
• 1:13:44
  Speaker 6: her little paw within his own. He looked at her
• 1:13:48
  Speaker 6: and whispered, Maam, you know I love you. So you've
• 1:13:50
  Speaker 6: made more hits with me than Fielder Stone. Your curves
• 1:13:54
  Speaker 6: look awful good to me. Your speed is just my style.
• 1:13:57
  Speaker 6: But here he stopped and sadly bowed his head. The
• 1:14:00
  Speaker 6: decision was against him. He was out about a mile
• 1:14:03
  Speaker 6: when unto him these cruel words, she said, I am
• 1:14:06
  Speaker 6: the only daughter of a major league phenom, while you
• 1:14:09
  Speaker 6: are but an unknown bush league bloke. My old man
• 1:14:13
  Speaker 6: hits three hundred almost every season, Tom, while they tell
• 1:14:16
  Speaker 6: me your average is a joke. Some day when you
• 1:14:19
  Speaker 6: are drafted or you have a batting eye. I may
• 1:14:21
  Speaker 6: listen to the words you have to say, but until
• 1:14:24
  Speaker 6: you show the goods, take a hike back to the woods,
• 1:14:26
  Speaker 6: for there's nothing doing here for you to day day day,
• 1:14:31
  Speaker 6: The years went by, and Tom improved his work began
• 1:14:33
  Speaker 6: to shine. His batting and his fielding were immense. His
• 1:14:37
  Speaker 6: average jumped from O E three around four for nine,
• 1:14:40
  Speaker 6: while every day he splintered up some fence. But in
• 1:14:43
  Speaker 6: the meantime Mames old man began to lose his eye.
• 1:14:46
  Speaker 6: They canned him when his salary whip went dead. So Tom,
• 1:14:49
  Speaker 6: he passed her up for good. And now she wonders
• 1:14:51
  Speaker 6: why them cruel words unto him. Once she said, I
• 1:14:55
  Speaker 6: am the only daughter of a major league phenom, while
• 1:14:58
  Speaker 6: you are but an unknown bush league. My old man
• 1:15:01
  Speaker 6: hit three hundred almost every season, Tom, while they tell
• 1:15:04
  Speaker 6: me your average is a joke. Someday when you are
• 1:15:07
  Speaker 6: drafted or you have a batting eye, I may listen
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  Speaker 6: to the words you have to say, but until you
• 1:15:13
  Speaker 6: show the goods, take a hike back to the woods,
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  Speaker 6: for there's nothing doing here for you today.
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  Speaker 2: Day Day.
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  Speaker 6: End of section thirty four, read by Marcus Cherra, Fairfax, Virginia,
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  Speaker 6: February twenty fourth, twenty twenty three.
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  Speaker 2: Section thirty five of Baseball Ballads. This is a LibriVox recording.
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  Speaker 2: the British fan For eight fleeting innings, the Warwickshire Browns
• 1:16:00
  Speaker 2: had battled like fiends with the Berkshire Brigade. The Groundstown
• 1:16:03
  Speaker 2: was crowded by fans from the towns all around who
• 1:16:06
  Speaker 2: had come out to see the game played. The hitting
• 1:16:10
  Speaker 2: and fielding were simply immense, and no snappier game anywhere
• 1:16:13
  Speaker 2: could be found. They doubled and tripled and dented the
• 1:16:17
  Speaker 2: fence while one handed pickups were pulled off each round.
• 1:16:21
  Speaker 2: With the home team at bats and performer of Braun
• 1:16:23
  Speaker 2: scored three with the triple a terrible smash. His lordship
• 1:16:27
  Speaker 2: remarked as he stifled a yawn, but he clever old
• 1:16:30
  Speaker 2: chap and had twirled his mustache. The swap put the
• 1:16:34
  Speaker 2: Warwickshire Munch in the lead. But when the ninth came,
• 1:16:37
  Speaker 2: every Berkship had fought hard, and five of them scored
• 1:16:40
  Speaker 2: in the hour of need by clouting the leather all
• 1:16:43
  Speaker 2: over the yard. In the last of the tenth four
• 1:16:46
  Speaker 2: runs to the bad the first home man up made
• 1:16:49
  Speaker 2: a hurricane swipe. He tripled to Santa. That wasn't half bad,
• 1:16:53
  Speaker 2: don't yah know, said a router while puffing his pipe.
• 1:16:57
  Speaker 2: Then followed a double that whistled to write to yeomen
• 1:17:00
  Speaker 2: applauding were chased from the park. The score was soon
• 1:17:03
  Speaker 2: tied up with victory in sight by jove moment one,
• 1:17:07
  Speaker 2: what a juice of a lark? End of section thirty
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  Speaker 2: five Section thirty six of Baseball Ballads. This is a
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  Speaker 2: Recording by Caveat baseball Ballads by Gramlan Rice on the
• 1:17:35
  Speaker 2: coaching line, get in the game. Smoke up, old scout,
• 1:17:40
  Speaker 2: We've got to win this scrap today. Take any chance
• 1:17:43
  Speaker 2: for two are out, Get on your toes and watch
• 1:17:46
  Speaker 2: the play. Three balls. Wow wow, I guess he walks
• 1:17:49
  Speaker 2: come back, come back. You ain't so lame, say there,
• 1:17:52
  Speaker 2: you thick aired Watch them balks. Get in the game.
• 1:17:55
  Speaker 2: Get in the game. Get in the game. There at
• 1:17:58
  Speaker 2: the bat, pick out one that suits. I guess those
• 1:18:01
  Speaker 2: venders don't look fat. Don't let us tract like that.
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  Speaker 6: Go by.
• 1:18:05
  Speaker 2: Just watch them over, make them ride a hit, a hit,
• 1:18:08
  Speaker 2: it's all the same. You'll beat it. Slide, you lobster, slide.
• 1:18:11
  Speaker 2: Get in the game. Get in the game. Get in
• 1:18:15
  Speaker 2: the game, no matter which, nor when, nor when, nor
• 1:18:17
  Speaker 2: who you are. The slogan rings at lofty pitch, from
• 1:18:20
  Speaker 2: England Town to Harbor Bar, from lowly Surf to Ruling Kings.
• 1:18:24
  Speaker 2: If you would carve a Laurel's name, the distaff of
• 1:18:28
  Speaker 2: the epoch sings, Get in the game, Get in the game.
• 1:18:32
  Speaker 2: Get in the game. You merchants, and you lawyers, doctors, preachers,
• 1:18:35
  Speaker 2: to you workmen who composed the band with countless duties
• 1:18:39
  Speaker 2: yet to do, you leaders who must head the line.
• 1:18:42
  Speaker 2: One dune. Play may bring lifelong shame. Watch every signal,
• 1:18:45
  Speaker 2: every sign. Get in the game, Get in the game,
• 1:18:49
  Speaker 2: Get in the game. This age is live, and loafers
• 1:18:52
  Speaker 2: have no part to play. If you would win, if
• 1:18:55
  Speaker 2: you would thrive, keep on your toes in every fray,
• 1:18:57
  Speaker 2: and if you rise or if you fall, it matters,
• 1:19:00
  Speaker 2: not the road to fame, but echoes with the world
• 1:19:03
  Speaker 2: wide call. Get in the game, Get in the game.
• 1:19:08
  Speaker 2: End of section thirty six, Section thirty seven of Baseball Ballads.
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  Speaker 2: grantland Rice the goods, Here's to the guy that delivers
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  Speaker 2: the goods. Gent from the city or geek from the woods,
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  Speaker 2: hillside or valley, mountain or plain, sunshine or shadow or
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  Speaker 2: starlight or rain, any old time or condition of place,
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  Speaker 2: take it easy or roughhouse to face, but putting it
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  Speaker 2: over and calling the bluff. Here's looking the guy who
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  Speaker 2: delivers the stuff. Here's to the guy that delivers and say,
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  Speaker 2: chop out that dope. On the luck of the day,
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  Speaker 2: Fate took a wallop and slipped you the quid. Well,
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  Speaker 2: what the hell do we care if it did? That?
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  Speaker 2: Ain't the tip we are looking for? Here, bend down
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  Speaker 2: a minute and lend us in the ear. Geek from
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  Speaker 2: the brushes or guy from the town. Did you deliver
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  Speaker 2: or did you fall down? End of section thirty seven
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  Speaker 2: by Caveat baseball ballads by grantland Rice. The Winter League Wonder,
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  Speaker 2: though I've never won a pennant, and a race that
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  Speaker 2: starts each spring and finish every autumn, finds me muchly
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  Speaker 2: to the punk. Though through June, July and in August
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  Speaker 2: you can hear the anvils ring as the critics and
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  Speaker 2: a body dubbed my team a bunch of junk. You've
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  Speaker 2: got to hand it to me on a silver plateau
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  Speaker 2: when the summer scrambles over, though some other mobile winds,
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  Speaker 2: I'm the one and only wonder of the coming season. Then,
• 1:21:16
  Speaker 2: when the last real game is over and the Winter
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  Speaker 2: League begins, though each October finds me under every rival's heel,
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  Speaker 2: twenty games behind the others, do I stop and shed
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  Speaker 2: a tear, not upon your uncle's portrait. I begin right
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  Speaker 2: off the reel, lining up my Winter legions for a
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  Speaker 2: shore first next year. I admit the luck broke badly
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  Speaker 2: and the umpires crimped my chance. I confess to injured
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  Speaker 2: players and a few less minor sins than I jump
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  Speaker 2: out in the open, and I do a pennant dance.
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  Speaker 2: When the last real game is over, and the Winter
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  Speaker 2: League begins. The pictures I have gathered when the snow
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  Speaker 2: begins to fall are the wonders of the nation. Every
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  Speaker 2: one's are hurling, king and my outfield, holy whiskers. How
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  Speaker 2: that bunch can hit the ball when they walk up
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  Speaker 2: with the willow. From October unto spring, every player on
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  Speaker 2: my pay roll is a star of purest ray till
• 1:22:12
  Speaker 2: they reach the field of battle, where they're slower on
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  Speaker 2: their pins than a stream of cold molasses. And my
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  Speaker 2: phenomes fade away, which you've got to hand it to
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  Speaker 2: me when the Winter League begins. End of section thirty
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  Speaker 2: eight Section thirty nine of Baseball Ballads. This is a
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  Speaker 2: Recording by Caveat Baseball Ballads by Grantlin Rice. A tip
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  Speaker 2: to the fang flock. Did you ever have the feeling
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  Speaker 2: you were all in down and doubt as of mud
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  Speaker 2: upon your skylight, or your brain had the gout when
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  Speaker 2: you sorted to your office in a semi hearted way
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  Speaker 2: and earned about one seventh of your wage. Your daily
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  Speaker 2: pay when your age you had left you and your
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  Speaker 2: dizzy dome would throb as you spent the day in
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  Speaker 2: yawning or for flushing on your job. Well, if you have,
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  Speaker 2: you are human. So while out among the crowd in
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  Speaker 2: the grand stand or the bleachers, shouting curses long and loud,
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  Speaker 2: had some boot or costly bobble that the old dope
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  Speaker 2: trickle through that Perhaps the second basement has the same
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  Speaker 2: old feeling too. Whilst sparring with the cash book or
• 1:23:34
  Speaker 2: the ledger in your den, don't you feel a brainstorm
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  Speaker 2: blowing in your noodle now and then when the numbers
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  Speaker 2: dance around you while you're ripping, raving mad that the pesky,
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  Speaker 2: peevish figures of the columns failed to add. When your
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  Speaker 2: orbs feel dry and blinky, and the harder that you
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  Speaker 2: look all the more the figures jumble on the pages
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  Speaker 2: of your book, it's a sense you've had the feeling.
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  Speaker 2: So before you seek the gore or some indicator wielder
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  Speaker 2: from decisions blocked to score, stop and figure for a second.
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  Speaker 2: Let the old dope trickle through that. The umpire is
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  Speaker 2: entitled to his little off Day two. End of section
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  Speaker 2: thirty nine, Section forty of baseball ballads. This is a
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  Speaker 2: Recording by Caveat baseball Ballads by Grantlin Rice. As the
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  Speaker 2: game breaks, Mulligan catches the ball on the snout. It's
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  Speaker 2: just where he likes it. He smashes it out biff
• 1:24:42
  Speaker 2: on the trademarket whirls like a shot. They're yelling and
• 1:24:45
  Speaker 2: cheering all over the lot. A shout that are groan
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  Speaker 2: from the well crowded stands to drive troubles straight to
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  Speaker 2: the outfielder's hands. Two feet to the left or two
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  Speaker 2: feet to the right, and Mulligan's swat would have captured
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  Speaker 2: the fight. Just a matter of inches from out of
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  Speaker 2: the line, change him from st to a mut and
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  Speaker 2: a shine just two stingy feet. Ay, there is the rub.
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  Speaker 2: He didn't hit safe, so they called him a dub.
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  Speaker 2: But Flowerty gets one that isn't his kind. But he
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  Speaker 2: closes his orbs and swings at it blind twas a
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  Speaker 2: weak sister swat, and not one half as stout as
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  Speaker 2: the one which poor Mulligan slammed on a snout, yet
• 1:25:18
  Speaker 2: the bleachers arose with a yelp and a screech as
• 1:25:20
  Speaker 2: it twisted just out of an infielder's reach. It broke
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  Speaker 2: up the game. And yet only two feet close in,
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  Speaker 2: and the tap would have been easy meat, just a
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  Speaker 2: matter of inches a bit further down, changing from a
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  Speaker 2: dub to a star of renown, just two pesky feet.
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  Speaker 2: But it ended the game, So they plustered a new
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  Speaker 2: made cigar with his name. You'll find it the same
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  Speaker 2: upon life's massive chart. The star and the dub are
• 1:25:42
  Speaker 2: but inches apart. One smashes out hard, but is drived
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  Speaker 2: over lands as it travels direct to another one's hands.
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  Speaker 2: The next fellow's effort is purely and tame, yet hits
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  Speaker 2: the right spot, and so gathers him fame. It's the
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  Speaker 2: low of the age when the century is brought. The
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  Speaker 2: bunt may roll safe while the hard smash is caught.
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  Speaker 2: You may strive twice as hard for the rich prize
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  Speaker 2: at stake for the fellow that wins as the one
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  Speaker 2: with the break. End of section forty Section forty one
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  Speaker 2: baseball ballad by grantland Rice The Grand Old Winter League.
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  Speaker 2: Here's the league where they all hit three hundred. Here's
• 1:26:38
  Speaker 2: the league where they all bag the flag. Here's the wonderful,
• 1:26:41
  Speaker 2: mighty and thunderful swat of the artist who's springing the gag,
• 1:26:45
  Speaker 2: springing the gag while the old stove is roaring, spealing
• 1:26:48
  Speaker 2: of games that he won in a pinch, fence breaking hammerer,
• 1:26:52
  Speaker 2: clean them up slammerer, where every pitcher he faced was
• 1:26:55
  Speaker 2: a cinch. Here's the league where they've all sinceed the
• 1:26:58
  Speaker 2: pennant since with a lineup that keen on the job,
• 1:27:01
  Speaker 2: wherein the bing time of oncoming springtime, every guy signed
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  Speaker 2: is a second ty cob held to the wagoners, and
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  Speaker 2: dashing young Matthewson's there with the speed and the curves
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  Speaker 2: and control, swift footed, heady, keen eyed and steady, already
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  Speaker 2: sowing the flag to the pole. Here's to the league
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  Speaker 2: where the hapless tail ender rises each year to the
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  Speaker 2: crest of the game, where there is never an artist, unclever,
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  Speaker 2: never a star that is injured or lame where for
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  Speaker 2: a spell or the umpires are honest, where every mogul
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  Speaker 2: has shown keen intrigue hip for the dope from the
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  Speaker 2: circuit of Hope, Hail to the glorious typewriter League. End
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  Speaker 2: of section forty one Section forty two of Baseball Ballance
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  Speaker 2: by Grantlin Rice. This is a LibriVox recording. All LibriVox
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  Speaker 2: Ballads by grantland Rice. The Slide of Paul Revere. Listen, fanatics,
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  Speaker 2: and you shall hear of the midnight slide of Paul Revere,
• 1:28:14
  Speaker 2: how he scored from first on an outfield drive by
• 1:28:17
  Speaker 2: dashing sprint in a headlong dive. Twas the greatest play
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  Speaker 2: pulled off that year. Now, the home of poets and
• 1:28:24
  Speaker 2: potted been Emersonian ways and means in baseball epic has
• 1:28:29
  Speaker 2: often been sung since the days of Krieger and Old
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  Speaker 2: Sai Young. But not even fleet deer footed Bay could
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  Speaker 2: have pulled off any such fancy play as a slide
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  Speaker 2: of p Revere, which won the famous Battle of Lexington.
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  Speaker 2: The Yanks and the British were booked that trip in
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  Speaker 2: a scrap for the New World Championship, but the British
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  Speaker 2: landed a bit too late, so the game didn't open
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  Speaker 2: till half past eight, and Paul Revere was dreaming away
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  Speaker 2: when the Empire issued his call for play on on
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  Speaker 2: they fall neath the Boston Moon, as the British figures,
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  Speaker 2: not yet but soon, for the outs were against the
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  Speaker 2: Yanks that night, with Paul Rivere blocked away from the fight,
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  Speaker 2: and the grand stand gathering groaned in woe while the
• 1:29:11
  Speaker 2: sad whale bubbled from Router's row. But wake, hust, hearken,
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  Speaker 2: and likewise hark what means that galloping near the park?
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  Speaker 2: What means that cry of a dead man? Sore? Am
• 1:29:24
  Speaker 2: I too late? Say? What's the score? And echo answered
• 1:29:27
  Speaker 2: both far and near, as the Routers shouted, there's Paul Revere. Oh,
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  Speaker 2: how sweetly that moon did shine. When pe Rivere took
• 1:29:35
  Speaker 2: the coaching line, he woke up the grand stand from
• 1:29:38
  Speaker 2: its trance and made the bleachers get up and dance.
• 1:29:41
  Speaker 2: He joshed the British with roebust shout until they booted
• 1:29:45
  Speaker 2: the ball about. He whooped, and he clamored all over
• 1:29:47
  Speaker 2: the lot till the score was tied, and a Gordian knot.
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  Speaker 2: Now in this part of the dope we cut are
• 1:29:54
  Speaker 2: the facts which history overlooked. How Paul Revere came to
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  Speaker 2: bat that night and suddenly ended the long drawn fight.
• 1:30:01
  Speaker 2: How he singled to center, then straightway dashed on to
• 1:30:04
  Speaker 2: second like Harry Bay, kept on traveling with the speed
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  Speaker 2: of a bird till he whizzed like a meteor rounding third.
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  Speaker 2: Hold back, you lobster, but all in vain. The coaches
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  Speaker 2: shouted in tones of pain, for Paul kept on with
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  Speaker 2: a swinging stride, and he hit the ground when they
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  Speaker 2: hollered slide. Spectacular plays may come and go in a
• 1:30:24
  Speaker 2: hurry of times, swift ebb and flow, but never again
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  Speaker 2: will there be one like the first American hit and run.
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  Speaker 2: And as long as the old game lasts, you'll hear
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  Speaker 2: of the midnight slide of p Revere. End of Section
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  Speaker 2: forty two Section forty three of Baseball Ballads. This is
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  Speaker 2: Recording by caveat baseball ballads by grantland Rice the annual return.
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  Speaker 2: One by one, there drifting back Hank mac Gee to Hackensack,
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  Speaker 2: Pat mc guire, the world famed spitter like the Byte
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  Speaker 2: three hundred hitter, Jim and Ned and Bill and Jack.
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  Speaker 2: One by one there, drifting back with their curves their
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  Speaker 2: keen intrigue to the swift grass Cutter's League. One by
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  Speaker 2: one they leave and go back again to Coocomo, Cancokie
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  Speaker 2: and Rural Dell, where they cast a mystic spell on
• 1:31:36
  Speaker 2: the scouts who touted them, each a human diadem in
• 1:31:40
  Speaker 2: a serried line. Returned with their curves and speed to burn.
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  Speaker 2: One by one they fade away to the fragrant, uncut hay,
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  Speaker 2: second wagoners, second Cobs, back upon their old time jobs
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  Speaker 2: in the fried Ham's Circuit where they were stars with
• 1:31:57
  Speaker 2: some despair, where they play'd with famed de La in
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  Speaker 2: the field and at the bat. One by one they
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  Speaker 2: file back home to the sweet scent of the loam. Yet,
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  Speaker 2: but one brief month ago they were making Walsh look slow.
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  Speaker 2: Each the phenome of the age flashed upon the sporting
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  Speaker 2: Age as the greatest of them all. When it came
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  Speaker 2: to playing ball, pounding on the beaten track. Hank McGee
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  Speaker 2: to Hackensack, Pat McGuire to kanka Kee, Might to sunny
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  Speaker 2: Tennessee in a serried line, return with their curves and
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  Speaker 2: speed to burn batting eyes, and keen in tree to
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  Speaker 2: the swift Grass Cutters League. End of section forty three
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  Speaker 2: Section forty four of Baseball Ballads. This is a LibriVox recording.
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  Speaker 2: by Cavia. Baseball ballance by Graham and Rice. In the
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  Speaker 2: good old winter time, an old fan sat one day
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  Speaker 2: at a table, small and round, drinking every kind of
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  Speaker 2: liquid which in that place could be found. He had
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  Speaker 2: forty seven chances, and he never fumbled one, catching sixteen
• 1:33:21
  Speaker 2: sparkling highballs. Ere he scoed his first home run. And
• 1:33:25
  Speaker 2: while sitting at that table, he began to read the dope,
• 1:33:28
  Speaker 2: which depicted every marriager in front up Pennant's slope. But soon,
• 1:33:32
  Speaker 2: in dreamy fancy from the page, he turned away and
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  Speaker 2: to the near by bar keep. These idle words did
• 1:33:38
  Speaker 2: say in the good old winter time, In the good
• 1:33:43
  Speaker 2: old winter time, how swiftly from the bottom all the
• 1:33:46
  Speaker 2: tail end people climb. They call each new recruit to peach,
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  Speaker 2: although he's lime. Oh, how they nature fac us in
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  Speaker 2: that good old winter time. The months rolled by, and
• 1:33:57
  Speaker 2: spring had come, And thereon Router's row the same fan
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  Speaker 2: sat with eyes a blaze and ruddy cheeks aglow. He
• 1:34:04
  Speaker 2: saw the second wagoner strike out four times in one game,
• 1:34:08
  Speaker 2: while seven ghastly errors were chalked up against his name.
• 1:34:11
  Speaker 2: He saw the sterling pitcher who had starred at rural
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  Speaker 2: falls yield nineteen massive bingles and a dozen based on balls.
• 1:34:20
  Speaker 2: And then above the battle and the rattle of the fray,
• 1:34:23
  Speaker 2: he softly hummed the chorus of that far gone winter day,
• 1:34:27
  Speaker 2: in the good old winter time, In the good old
• 1:34:29
  Speaker 2: winter time, how swiftly from the bottom, all the tail
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  Speaker 2: ends people climb. By summer, almost every peach turned out
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  Speaker 2: to be a line of how they nature facus in
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  Speaker 2: the good old winter time. Ends of section forty four
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  Speaker 2: by Caveat baseball Ballads by grantland Rice. After the game,
• 1:35:13
  Speaker 2: Now that the hard fought day has ended with laurels
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  Speaker 2: for the favored few, the cheering and the cheering blended
• 1:35:21
  Speaker 2: in praise or blame that may be due. Now that
• 1:35:24
  Speaker 2: the score has been completed, beyond the shallow depths of
• 1:35:28
  Speaker 2: fame among both victors and defeated, will turn to those
• 1:35:33
  Speaker 2: who played the game, not in the losing or the winning,
• 1:35:37
  Speaker 2: success nor failure for the day, but from the battle's
• 1:35:41
  Speaker 2: first beginning. We'll take up their work, play by play,
• 1:35:45
  Speaker 2: how well they tried, how they stood Ready beyond the
• 1:35:49
  Speaker 2: world's crowds narrow sight will left our glasses bravely, steady,
• 1:35:54
  Speaker 2: and drink to those who fought the fight. The game
• 1:35:57
  Speaker 2: has done, the fight completed. What matters now? Who reached
• 1:36:01
  Speaker 2: the goal, alike the victor and defeated, wait for the
• 1:36:04
  Speaker 2: final scorer's scroll, and those who look may read the
• 1:36:08
  Speaker 2: story of star by star against each name said over
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  Speaker 2: those with World one glory, the list of those who
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  Speaker 2: played the game. End of section forty five Section forty
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• 1:36:47
  Speaker 2: We got a swell chance now to cop with that
• 1:36:49
  Speaker 2: guy at the bat. Why say that hobo couldn't hit
• 1:36:52
  Speaker 2: the ball yard with his hat if he was in
• 1:36:55
  Speaker 2: a steamboat and he blew up in a wreck, he
• 1:36:57
  Speaker 2: couldn't hit the order if it tumbled off a deck.
• 1:37:00
  Speaker 2: I've paid me month's rent four times since he stung
• 1:37:02
  Speaker 2: one on the snout. And what I'm saying to you
• 1:37:05
  Speaker 2: is that slumpin's some old scout. Two runs to tie
• 1:37:09
  Speaker 2: the bass's chokes. We got ema to the mat, and
• 1:37:11
  Speaker 2: then a piece of cheese like him comes wabbling to
• 1:37:14
  Speaker 2: the bat bing, oh de noose, oh wow, oh wow,
• 1:37:17
  Speaker 2: beyond the fielder's mit. Say, where's the bloomy guy? What
• 1:37:20
  Speaker 2: said that lobster couldn't hit? I guess he didn't get
• 1:37:24
  Speaker 2: to that last bender wid the wood an wasn't I
• 1:37:27
  Speaker 2: just tell you how I knowed the hobo would tree
• 1:37:29
  Speaker 2: runs across the bloomin plate. And now the scraps a cinch.
• 1:37:33
  Speaker 2: There never was a glar like him to clap one
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  Speaker 2: in a pinch ruanda nose across the lot, beyond the
• 1:37:38
  Speaker 2: outfield's reach. And wasn't I just tell you that lobster
• 1:37:42
  Speaker 2: was a peach two? Say, maybe this ain't pie to
• 1:37:47
  Speaker 2: day with Mickey on the hill. They couldn't beat that
• 1:37:50
  Speaker 2: sucker if he handed em the pill. He ain't lost
• 1:37:53
  Speaker 2: one in fourteen weeks. And any time they get a
• 1:37:56
  Speaker 2: base hit when he's workin right, jes sue me for
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  Speaker 2: the debt. You've got to hand it to him bow
• 1:38:01
  Speaker 2: And that's no foolish tip. He makes those bloomy batters
• 1:38:05
  Speaker 2: look like chickens. Win to Pip, I'll take my bonnet
• 1:38:08
  Speaker 2: off to him. He keeps us in the race. For
• 1:38:11
  Speaker 2: minus him, I've bet me coat we'd be in seventh place.
• 1:38:16
  Speaker 2: Two doubles and a base on balls here in the
• 1:38:18
  Speaker 2: opening round. I wonder why the manager leaves that mut
• 1:38:21
  Speaker 2: on the mound. Another hit to another pass. See here,
• 1:38:24
  Speaker 2: you're crazy lout. Why don't you warm a pitcher up
• 1:38:27
  Speaker 2: and tick that bone head out? Who said that dye
• 1:38:29
  Speaker 2: could pitch a ball? There goes another pass. Dat mucker
• 1:38:32
  Speaker 2: ain't got smoke enough to crack a plane of glass.
• 1:38:36
  Speaker 2: The minute he walked in the box, I knowed we'd
• 1:38:38
  Speaker 2: hit the ditch, and wasn't I just tell you that
• 1:38:41
  Speaker 2: hobo couldn't pitch. End of Section forty six Section forty
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  Speaker 2: seven of Baseball Balance. This is a LibriVox recording. All
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  Speaker 2: Caveat baseball ballads by Grant and Rice The love Sonnets
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  Speaker 2: of a Son of swat One take it from me
• 1:39:14
  Speaker 2: this single league shine, My heart got batted from the
• 1:39:17
  Speaker 2: box to day. For when we met, the dope says
• 1:39:20
  Speaker 2: right away, she bats three hundred on the Peaches nine.
• 1:39:24
  Speaker 2: I'd draft her now if I thought she would sign
• 1:39:27
  Speaker 2: and help me divvy up the season's pay. I pitched
• 1:39:30
  Speaker 2: this at her, but my grandstand play went wild, says she.
• 1:39:34
  Speaker 2: No bush league dubbed for mine. Say she's the big
• 1:39:38
  Speaker 2: league kid, or I'm a skate. For every time I
• 1:39:40
  Speaker 2: come up sit like that, she shoots those lamps of
• 1:39:43
  Speaker 2: hers across the plate, and I strike out like casey
• 1:39:47
  Speaker 2: on a bat. For when she curves one over from
• 1:39:49
  Speaker 2: those eyes, three strikes and out is just about my size. Two.
• 1:39:58
  Speaker 2: Speaking of curves, say on level bow, she'd make Waddal
• 1:40:02
  Speaker 2: look like a dinky dink, and Eddie rule back straight
• 1:40:05
  Speaker 2: without a kink, for she's all curves from neck four
• 1:40:08
  Speaker 2: feet below, out curves and in shoots all there in
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  Speaker 2: a row. Compared to hers head planks are on the blink.
• 1:40:15
  Speaker 2: If Hughie Jennings Caesar, I don't think wild Bill next
• 1:40:18
  Speaker 2: year will get a chance to show. I've played some
• 1:40:22
  Speaker 2: games that I've tried hard to win, but this is
• 1:40:24
  Speaker 2: my World Series Championship. And if I lose, back to
• 1:40:28
  Speaker 2: the miner bin for your young uncle, that's my one
• 1:40:31
  Speaker 2: best tip to night, I'll call and risk an awful
• 1:40:34
  Speaker 2: freeze by showing her just how to work the squeeze. Three.
• 1:40:42
  Speaker 2: Say I'm the lemon leaguer on a slump in Love's
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  Speaker 2: ball game. The bench is where I sit. I couldn't
• 1:40:48
  Speaker 2: file one over, much less make a hit or tie
• 1:40:51
  Speaker 2: the game up with a timely thump. I had a
• 1:40:53
  Speaker 2: chance to make good on the jump, but when I
• 1:40:56
  Speaker 2: tried to grab her little mit, I dropped it first,
• 1:40:58
  Speaker 2: and then I fumbled it, playing the game like some
• 1:41:01
  Speaker 2: bone headed chump. But when at last I got my
• 1:41:04
  Speaker 2: eye and tried to work the squeeze. She coached me
• 1:41:07
  Speaker 2: to my place get back, She warbled, slide, you lobster slide.
• 1:41:11
  Speaker 2: Don't take too long a lead off your base. Just
• 1:41:14
  Speaker 2: play it safe, you mutt. First time at bat is
• 1:41:17
  Speaker 2: not the place to spring a play like that.
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  Speaker 6: Four.
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  Speaker 2: This game of love is not my longest suit. Dope.
• 1:41:26
  Speaker 2: He it out has put wheels in my bun. Just
• 1:41:29
  Speaker 2: as you think you've got the pennant, one bum luck
• 1:41:31
  Speaker 2: will land you on the soapy shoot. You come back hard,
• 1:41:34
  Speaker 2: But every time you boot, each chance you get until
• 1:41:38
  Speaker 2: the game is done, and when at last you need
• 1:41:40
  Speaker 2: the tying run, there ain't no bleacher bugs to rise
• 1:41:44
  Speaker 2: and root. I doped it out first time that we faced,
• 1:41:48
  Speaker 2: to warm up good until I got to control, and
• 1:41:51
  Speaker 2: then to curve a fast one round her waist, hoping
• 1:41:54
  Speaker 2: this way to put her in a hole. Such was
• 1:41:56
  Speaker 2: my dope. But as I said before, the dope is
• 1:41:59
  Speaker 2: not what makes the full box score. Five. Ah love, indeed,
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  Speaker 2: thou art a heartless game. The gong rings out, the
• 1:42:09
  Speaker 2: umper shouts play ball. You gaily rush out until you
• 1:42:12
  Speaker 2: hear her call back up, back up. Your salary whip
• 1:42:15
  Speaker 2: is lame. What batting average stands against your name in
• 1:42:19
  Speaker 2: duns or Bradstreet's Little Guide to All you can't tag
• 1:42:23
  Speaker 2: Love inside a cottage wall Minster Gate receipts. Not with this, Dame,
• 1:42:29
  Speaker 2: nix not for mine, says she fine chance to win.
• 1:42:33
  Speaker 2: We'd have wood Landlord on the rival team, with Grocer
• 1:42:36
  Speaker 2: Butcher fielding up our ten and smashing liners into Love's
• 1:42:39
  Speaker 2: young dream. Your's for a steady job with no fatigue
• 1:42:43
  Speaker 2: before I signed with any fireside League six. Much like
• 1:42:49
  Speaker 2: the mutt with the home plate well in sight, who
• 1:42:52
  Speaker 2: sprints on end with long stake winning stride, bringing the
• 1:42:56
  Speaker 2: tying run with bulging pride as hope once more soars
• 1:42:59
  Speaker 2: upward life like a kite who thinks he's got it
• 1:43:01
  Speaker 2: beat all right, all right, while thousands clamor hit the dirt,
• 1:43:05
  Speaker 2: there slide when over all the tumult far and wide,
• 1:43:10
  Speaker 2: the umpire shrieks, you're out in mad delight. So I
• 1:43:14
  Speaker 2: got mine in true our Laughlin's style. Just when I
• 1:43:17
  Speaker 2: thought the game would be a tie, her old man
• 1:43:19
  Speaker 2: yelled you're out about a mile and waved me back
• 1:43:22
  Speaker 2: with murder in his eyes. I'm acting umpire in this park,
• 1:43:26
  Speaker 2: says he so don't you pass no funny talk with me?
• 1:43:31
  Speaker 2: Seven so moves life's game wherever we may go. At
• 1:43:37
  Speaker 2: every base some umpire stands and waits and delegates shipped
• 1:43:41
  Speaker 2: earthward by the fates, who has it in for players.
• 1:43:44
  Speaker 2: Here below, we drive one safe inside three feet or so.
• 1:43:48
  Speaker 2: The rubber humpire struts around and states that it went foul.
• 1:43:52
  Speaker 2: We know his eyes ain't mates, but foul it stands,
• 1:43:55
  Speaker 2: and so the score books go. But I ain't through.
• 1:43:59
  Speaker 2: Perhaps in nineteen eight, if I can act like Tyrus
• 1:44:02
  Speaker 2: Cobb at bat, I'll get a chance to sign a
• 1:44:05
  Speaker 2: running mate and pitch my park within a two room
• 1:44:08
  Speaker 2: flat five thousand per mite. Clear her old man's vision
• 1:44:12
  Speaker 2: and make him change that other bum decision. End of
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  Speaker 2: section forty seven Section forty eight of Baseball Ballads. This
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  Speaker 2: says a LibriVox recording. All LibriVox recordings are in the
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• 1:44:51
  Speaker 2: At the end of the game, when I've heard the
• 1:44:55
  Speaker 2: final umpire's call ring out across the diamond of my strife,
• 1:45:00
  Speaker 2: that ends the little game which we call life. I
• 1:45:03
  Speaker 2: shall not care about the score at all, how well
• 1:45:06
  Speaker 2: I fielded, how I hit the ball, nor all the
• 1:45:09
  Speaker 2: shouting and tumult rife, nor shouts of scorn at once
• 1:45:12
  Speaker 2: cut like a knife, THEE shall not matter in the
• 1:45:15
  Speaker 2: endless pall. THEE shall matter on that final day, when
• 1:45:20
  Speaker 2: Life's game passes with the setting sun. If I but
• 1:45:23
  Speaker 2: hear the mighty umpires say, the records show no pennant.
• 1:45:27
  Speaker 2: You have won, no brilliant average that brings you fain.
• 1:45:31
  Speaker 2: Yet you go up because you played the game. End
• 1:45:36
  Speaker 2: of section forty eight Section forty nine of baseball Ballads.
• 1:45:46
  Speaker 2: This is a LibriVox recording. All LibriVox recordings are in
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  Speaker 3: And Rice.
• 1:46:01
  Speaker 2: The Mogul's Dream. One night the mogul died, and straight
• 1:46:06
  Speaker 2: his soul set forth upon its journey to the goal
• 1:46:10
  Speaker 2: of all good people. But the gate was locked. So
• 1:46:12
  Speaker 2: while he shivered in the cold, he knocked not once
• 1:46:15
  Speaker 2: but twice. He rapped with all his might upon the
• 1:46:18
  Speaker 2: pearly entrance, barred and tight who comes, Saint Peter cried
• 1:46:23
  Speaker 2: with all that din It's me, the magnet cried, Please
• 1:46:26
  Speaker 2: let me in? And who are you? He heard the
• 1:46:29
  Speaker 2: good saints say that you should hear the golden hearts.
• 1:46:32
  Speaker 2: I pray, what have you done upon that earth's so
• 1:46:34
  Speaker 2: drear that you should mingle with the angels? Here? I
• 1:46:38
  Speaker 2: was the manager, he straight replied the mogul of a
• 1:46:41
  Speaker 2: ball team. Ere I died? And what means that? Replied
• 1:46:45
  Speaker 2: the saint, pray tell it means that all you ever
• 1:46:48
  Speaker 2: get is well. I won't repeat the word I had
• 1:46:50
  Speaker 2: in mind, And yet no other fits that I can find.
• 1:46:54
  Speaker 2: Through fall and winter. Every year I plan to gather
• 1:46:57
  Speaker 2: in a pennant winning clan. I labor hard from early
• 1:47:00
  Speaker 2: morn till night, in search of talent anywhere in sight.
• 1:47:04
  Speaker 2: Write off the reel. My pitchers one by one blow up,
• 1:47:06
  Speaker 2: and then my catches are undone. And for my trouble,
• 1:47:09
  Speaker 2: what get I in? Thanks the fiendish yelp of twenty
• 1:47:12
  Speaker 2: thousand cranks. My life was one of fiendish piercing woe
• 1:47:18
  Speaker 2: the roughest on that unkempt plane below Aye to the full.
• 1:47:22
  Speaker 2: I've drunk life's bitter dregs, hissed, jeered at, pelted with
• 1:47:25
  Speaker 2: decrepit eggs, And to what end I have come in
• 1:47:28
  Speaker 2: the spring, only to hear the anvil chorus ring the
• 1:47:33
  Speaker 2: envoy come enter quick, said Peter, then replied, Heaven's joys
• 1:47:38
  Speaker 2: are such as you are not denied. Choose any harp
• 1:47:40
  Speaker 2: among these scenes of mirth, Oh, hapless soul, you had
• 1:47:44
  Speaker 2: your hell on earth. End of section forty nine, Section
• 1:47:55
  Speaker 2: fifty of baseball Ballads. This is a LibriVox recording. All
• 1:47:59
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• 1:48:09
  Speaker 2: by Grantland, Rice hard Luck Adam. Adam had no Easter
• 1:48:15
  Speaker 2: hat to buy for Missus Eve. Adam had no cost
• 1:48:18
  Speaker 2: of living, troubles to aggrieve. Adam had no job to
• 1:48:22
  Speaker 2: hold by slaving day or night, adding columns, beating carpets,
• 1:48:26
  Speaker 2: planning stuff to write. Adam had a hectic cinch played
• 1:48:30
  Speaker 2: across the boards everything that nature and an idle life affords,
• 1:48:35
  Speaker 2: And yet I wouldn't change with him, whatever be my loss.
• 1:48:39
  Speaker 2: He never saw the triple drive, the winning run across.
• 1:48:44
  Speaker 2: Adam had no dress to buy to calm his spouse's grief.
• 1:48:48
  Speaker 2: All that Adam had to do was go and pull
• 1:48:50
  Speaker 2: a leaf. Back In Father Adam's day, long and long ago,
• 1:48:54
  Speaker 2: there was not an aldridge, nor a crusty Uncle Joe.
• 1:48:57
  Speaker 2: Raving politicians never roamed about the land, double crossing voters
• 1:49:01
  Speaker 2: in a way to beat the band. But with it all,
• 1:49:04
  Speaker 2: poor Adam never had a chance to dream of bold
• 1:49:07
  Speaker 2: three hundred hitters and a pennant winning team. Adam lived
• 1:49:11
  Speaker 2: on easy street, dreaming in the sun, never had a
• 1:49:14
  Speaker 2: policeman there to cut in on his fun, never had
• 1:49:16
  Speaker 2: a cook around threatening to leave bridge was not invented
• 1:49:20
  Speaker 2: in the early days of eve take it up and
• 1:49:22
  Speaker 2: down the line. In those golden days, Adam had it
• 1:49:25
  Speaker 2: on us in a hundred different ways. And yet, with
• 1:49:28
  Speaker 2: all his blessings, what a dull and massive pall for
• 1:49:32
  Speaker 2: poor old father Adam never saw a game of ball.
• 1:49:38
  Speaker 2: End of section fifty.
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  Speaker 4: Section fifty one of baseball Ballads. This is a libery
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  Speaker 4: For more information or to volunteer, please visit Libery Vox
• 1:50:00
  Speaker 4: read by Bria Holmes. Baseball Ballads by Grantlin, Rice, Denton,
• 1:50:08
  Speaker 4: Cy Young, the grand old Man of Balden, faces his
• 1:50:13
  Speaker 4: twentieth season as a major league slabman, with every indication
• 1:50:18
  Speaker 4: that will be among his best campaigns. Fame may be
• 1:50:23
  Speaker 4: fleeting and glory may fade. Life at its best is
• 1:50:28
  Speaker 4: a breath on the gale. One hero passes, another is made.
• 1:50:34
  Speaker 4: New stars arise as the old one sets pale. So
• 1:50:38
  Speaker 4: when a stalwart steps out from the throng on with
• 1:50:43
  Speaker 4: the tribute, let garlands be flung. Here's to the thirty,
• 1:50:47
  Speaker 4: and here's to the strong, Here's to the king of
• 1:50:50
  Speaker 4: them all. Denton, Young Anson has passed like a star
• 1:50:56
  Speaker 4: in the night. Richardson's name from the line is cast.
• 1:51:01
  Speaker 4: Russy and Latham are out of the fight. Mighty buck
• 1:51:05
  Speaker 4: Ewing is buried in past. Clarkson the Wizard, and Kelly
• 1:51:10
  Speaker 4: and Gore linger no more on the fans pickled tongue
• 1:51:15
  Speaker 4: only when name flashes out as of yore. There on
• 1:51:18
  Speaker 4: the red line of battle is Young, heier, Nan and Tucker.
• 1:51:24
  Speaker 4: We wait for reply. Jack Ward and Feffer are out
• 1:51:28
  Speaker 4: of the game. No chair rises when brother steps by.
• 1:51:33
  Speaker 4: Even van Haltren is only a name. Meekan and Hofer
• 1:51:38
  Speaker 4: and kind bid mcfeeth, their days over. Their songs are
• 1:51:42
  Speaker 4: all sung lo like the roar of the storm. Harry
• 1:51:46
  Speaker 4: Sea swells the wild chorus for Denton, Cy Young, Herman's
• 1:51:55
  Speaker 4: longs only a memory. Now Big Dell is under the
• 1:51:59
  Speaker 4: myrtle t no more the laurel is bound to his brow.
• 1:52:04
  Speaker 4: Bob Low and Zimmer have passed from the fray. Where
• 1:52:08
  Speaker 4: are the heroes saluted? Of old heroes to whom, through
• 1:52:12
  Speaker 4: the years we have clung have all deserted, the clan
• 1:52:15
  Speaker 4: of the bold. Not while the echoes are ringing for
• 1:52:18
  Speaker 4: Young Brightonstein, Phillips and Wayhan and knots Han, Rhyan's and
• 1:52:26
  Speaker 4: Corbette and doctor mcjames, Where are their shoots and their
• 1:52:29
  Speaker 4: puzzling drops? Who cheers today when you mention their names?
• 1:52:34
  Speaker 4: Lost in the shadows? Their story is told on memories ramparts.
• 1:52:40
  Speaker 4: Their pictures are hung, but here in the limelight as
• 1:52:44
  Speaker 4: great as of old loons up the stalwart, the only
• 1:52:49
  Speaker 4: Cy Young. Where's the mighty dre Rymple today? Miller and
• 1:52:55
  Speaker 4: Denny and Cuppy the sly show me their names in
• 1:52:59
  Speaker 4: the line of I pray vainly wait for an answering
• 1:53:03
  Speaker 4: cry feel as stand to the guns through the years,
• 1:53:08
  Speaker 4: once at a time from the heights we are flung.
• 1:53:11
  Speaker 4: Heroes soon pass in this valley of tears. But here's
• 1:53:16
  Speaker 4: to the king of them all. Denton Young, end of
• 1:53:21
  Speaker 4: section fifty one, read by Bria Holmes, Riverview, Florida, three
• 1:53:28
  Speaker 4: eight twoenty twenty three.
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  Speaker 2: Section fifty two of baseball Ballads. This is a LibriVox recording.
• 1:53:40
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• 1:53:50
  Speaker 2: Baseball Ballads by grantlan Rice. The UMP's Midwinter Dream. It
• 1:53:57
  Speaker 2: was a sunny day in spring. The warbling birds were
• 1:54:01
  Speaker 2: all a wing, an april sky of azure hue enchanted
• 1:54:05
  Speaker 2: the fanatic's view, and sultry was the atmosphere upon the
• 1:54:10
  Speaker 2: first game of the year. Upon the field, his umps
• 1:54:13
  Speaker 2: appeared and lo the throng arose and cheered, while all around,
• 1:54:18
  Speaker 2: with fife and drums, played hail the conquering hero comes.
• 1:54:23
  Speaker 2: The game began, and to the plate the first man
• 1:54:25
  Speaker 2: wandered up seed eight, strike, one, strike two, strike three,
• 1:54:29
  Speaker 2: year out. The umpire waited for the shout of rage
• 1:54:32
  Speaker 2: from all around, but not a murmur burbled from the lot.
• 1:54:36
  Speaker 2: The player bowed and walked away, without another word to
• 1:54:39
  Speaker 2: say nor pause, with language somewhat free, impugning his ancestral tree.
• 1:54:45
  Speaker 2: Nobody had a kick to make, however costly, his mistake,
• 1:54:49
  Speaker 2: And when a foul tip off the bat came hurling
• 1:54:51
  Speaker 2: by and knock in flat in sympathy, the bleachers sat
• 1:54:54
  Speaker 2: with saddened hearts and tear dimmed eyes until once more
• 1:54:58
  Speaker 2: they saw him rise. He was to player and to fan,
• 1:55:02
  Speaker 2: a scholar and a gentleman. While every paper in the
• 1:55:05
  Speaker 2: land was boasting him to beat the band and then enjoy.
• 1:55:09
  Speaker 2: He gave a shout and woke to find his pipe
• 1:55:12
  Speaker 2: was out. End of section fifty two Section fifty three
• 1:55:23
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  Speaker 2: Baseball Ballads by grantlan Rice. A real job for Teddy, Teddy,
• 1:55:46
  Speaker 2: when your work is through in the presidential chair, where
• 1:55:49
  Speaker 2: another takes the shift where you've learnt to do, and
• 1:55:52
  Speaker 2: dare you will need another job one that's a monstrosity
• 1:55:57
  Speaker 2: that will soak up, day by day all your strenuosity.
• 1:56:00
  Speaker 2: It must be a husky job, full of smoke and
• 1:56:03
  Speaker 2: fire to boot. And in looking round I've found only
• 1:56:06
  Speaker 2: one I know will suit. Only one where your big
• 1:56:09
  Speaker 2: stick will be needed day by day. Only one to
• 1:56:12
  Speaker 2: fit in Tad with your rough and tumble way. Only
• 1:56:15
  Speaker 2: one wherein the end you will some day long for rest,
• 1:56:19
  Speaker 2: where your energy will wane and your spirit be depressed.
• 1:56:23
  Speaker 2: You will find it different from any nature faking fuss.
• 1:56:26
  Speaker 2: You will find it harder than mauling up the octopus.
• 1:56:29
  Speaker 2: It will be a rougher job than a charge up
• 1:56:31
  Speaker 2: San Juan Hill or a battle with the trusts. It
• 1:56:34
  Speaker 2: will take a stronger will. Fighting predatory wealth of the
• 1:56:39
  Speaker 2: kings of high finance. Calling railroad moguls down will not
• 1:56:43
  Speaker 2: be a circumstance. All in all, twill suit you fine.
• 1:56:47
  Speaker 2: Never having been afraid of aught else upon this earth.
• 1:56:51
  Speaker 2: You should be an umpire Tad. That's the only job
• 1:56:54
  Speaker 2: for you. Take our tip now at Theodore. Think of
• 1:56:57
  Speaker 2: how your pulse will leap when you hear the antry raw.
• 1:57:01
  Speaker 2: There your nerve can have full play. You will find
• 1:57:04
  Speaker 2: the action there which you've hunted for in vain from
• 1:57:07
  Speaker 2: your presidential chair. Chasing afric lines and such. Catching grizzlies
• 1:57:12
  Speaker 2: will seem tame, lined up with the jolt you'll get
• 1:57:15
  Speaker 2: in the thick of some hard game. Joking hungry wolves
• 1:57:18
  Speaker 2: to death as a sport will stack up raw when
• 1:57:22
  Speaker 2: you see kid Elbefield swinging for your under jaw. When
• 1:57:25
  Speaker 2: you hear Hugh jennings raw call and strikes you lump
• 1:57:28
  Speaker 2: of cheese or mc graw comes rushing out, kicking at
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  Speaker 2: your shins and knees. When the bleachers stand and shout robber, liar,
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  Speaker 2: thief and dub, you'll be sorry for the gents in
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  Speaker 2: your Annias club. You'll find it a different thing from
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  Speaker 2: making peace with Old Japan that, when you've called a
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  Speaker 2: strike on O'Connor or mac cann, holding California back isn't
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  Speaker 2: quite the same auth state as calling devilin out on
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  Speaker 2: a close one at the plate. Though I've hunted far
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  Speaker 2: and near, there's nothing else to do where you'll get
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  Speaker 2: what's coming, Tad, all that's coming unto you. You should
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  Speaker 2: be an umpire ted and I'll bet two weeks would
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  Speaker 2: be quite enough to curve your rash headlong strenuosity. End
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  Speaker 2: of section fifty three, Section fifty four of baseball Ballads.
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  Speaker 2: Gruntland Rice the shock. If I should die to night,
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  Speaker 2: and as with folded arms and death, I lay arrayed
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  Speaker 2: in shrouds of linen, pure and white, some router should
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  Speaker 2: bend over me and say, oh boy, I'm sorry that
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  Speaker 2: you're down and out. I hope you'll get to Heaven
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  Speaker 2: for your square. I've seen you umpire many a hard
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  Speaker 2: fought bout without one bum decision. I can swear if
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  Speaker 2: he said that, although my soul was even then a spook,
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  Speaker 2: I'd rise at once in my large white cravat to
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  Speaker 2: get one look at him, one final look. I'd make
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  Speaker 2: him pass me out that dope once more, the same
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  Speaker 2: quat words that he had used before. Yes, I'd rise
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  Speaker 2: up till he was done, and then I'd drop back
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  Speaker 2: dead again. End of section fifty four.
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  Speaker 1: Section fifty five of Baseball Ballads. This is a LibriVox recording.
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  Speaker 1: by Alice d. Baseball ballads by Grantlin Rice. When Wifey
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  Speaker 1: reads dope. Seated at the breakfast table on a sultry
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  Speaker 1: summer's day, Smith picked up the paper in a careless,
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  Speaker 1: idle way. Through her lamps on social items, noted quickly
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  Speaker 1: up and down names of lucky, favored people who had
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  Speaker 1: blown away from town in this steamy august weather, till
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  Speaker 1: at last her restless glance fell upon the sporting section,
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  Speaker 1: and she lingered in a trance. Mister Smith was eating bacon, which,
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  Speaker 1: the same as you should know, is widespread breakfast fodder
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  Speaker 1: anywhere you choose to go, and his job was working
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  Speaker 1: deftly like the handle of a pump, when he heard
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  Speaker 1: an exclamation from his wife that made him jump. What's
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  Speaker 1: the matter, he responded, with his appetite well, stated, why
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  Speaker 1: those frowns upon your forehead, why those eyeballs so dilated?
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  Speaker 1: Tell me this, she said, and shuddered. Tell me what
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  Speaker 1: this means? I pray nothing but the gallant playing of
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  Speaker 1: Mike Johnson saved the day. With the score tied in
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  Speaker 1: the seventh and the combat gliding by Mike dashed out
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  Speaker 1: and by fast sprinting swallowed Piggy Jones long fly good
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  Speaker 1: for Mike, Her husband answered, he's the goods. I always
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  Speaker 1: knew it. Swallowed Jones fly. She murmured, Tell me how
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  Speaker 1: the man could do it? Then she read, with mighty
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  Speaker 1: bludgeons in their midst the demon's socks hopped on widell
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  Speaker 1: in the pinches, hammered him out of the box, shot
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  Speaker 1: him full of poisoned arrows, drove him to the uncut woods,
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  Speaker 1: walloped all the wadding from him, for he didn't have
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  Speaker 1: the goods. This is awful, said she, frowning. Why should
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  Speaker 1: he have drawn such a beating? But then her husband
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  Speaker 1: only snickered and again turned to his eating. Look at this,
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  Speaker 1: she stammered. Paling Han got bumped up upon the bean umpire.
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  Speaker 1: Sheridan's decision threw a smell like gasoline. Jones was punctured
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  Speaker 1: in the lattice. Walsh's benders broke their backs, for they
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  Speaker 1: couldn't even hit him with a shotgun or an axe.
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  Speaker 1: Baseball must be very wicked, said she with puzzled face. Yes,
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  Speaker 1: it's hell, her husband answered, and your team man in
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  Speaker 1: the race. End of section fifty.
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  Speaker 2: Five Section fifty six of baseball Ballads. This is a
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  Speaker 2: Recording by Caviat. Baseball ballance by grand Van Rice. A
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  Speaker 2: hard luck ya, while reposing one day in me leisurely
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  Speaker 2: way of puffing a wicked cherot, I happened to spy
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  Speaker 2: with a glance of my eye a gent in a
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  Speaker 2: major league suit. And no, ye are y're a major
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  Speaker 2: league star, says I, or you once used to be
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  Speaker 2: well chickamy neck? Which your dope is correct? Was the
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  Speaker 2: answer he handed to me. And he mutters, says he,
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  Speaker 2: I've a story for ye, which I want ye to
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  Speaker 2: put in the paper for me. Twas quite a while back.
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  Speaker 2: Give me dope is exact. When I was a bloomin recruit.
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  Speaker 2: I had just busted in from a minor league ben
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  Speaker 2: with a try at a major league suit, when the
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  Speaker 2: following tale, which will make you turn pale, happened one
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  Speaker 2: day to me in again. And I think you'll agree
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  Speaker 2: when you hear it from me that I wasn't hardly
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  Speaker 2: to blame, twas the opening fray of the season that
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  Speaker 2: day in the basis was full as a goat, and
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  Speaker 2: the pitcher he smiled in a manner which riled as
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  Speaker 2: I swallowed a lump in my throat, and he winged
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  Speaker 2: one across with a deft, easy toss, and it bobbled
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  Speaker 2: along at me waist, and I swung till me back
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  Speaker 2: gave a horrible crack, but I gave it a terrible paste.
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  Speaker 2: The ball rise and sailed till the people all paled,
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  Speaker 2: and when it turned into a vanishing speck, me hands
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  Speaker 2: was swelled up like fat poisoned pup. While the bat
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  Speaker 2: I was used was a wreck, cleing over the ocean
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  Speaker 2: like lightning. And motioned it to wizard and whistled and
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  Speaker 2: whirled over China Japan. It bounded and ran till it
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  Speaker 2: traveled the length of the world. With a most vicious swipe,
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  Speaker 2: it dismantled the pipe in the mouth of King Edward
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  Speaker 2: at Tea, and it veered to the rhine, where it
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  Speaker 2: busted a steine which de Kaisa was holding, you see,
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  Speaker 2: and he gave got a jar to the badly scard's
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  Speaker 2: ar when it toppled his throne to the ground. But
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  Speaker 2: it went on its way with the speed of h bay,
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  Speaker 2: with a hop and a skip and a bound. That night,
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  Speaker 2: with a sigh and a tear in his eye, the
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  Speaker 2: captain gave me my release for the president. Why that
• 2:04:10
  Speaker 2: it had to be fired for the good of the
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  Speaker 2: country and peace. He hid some too hard and too
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  Speaker 2: fur from the yard with the message the presidents sent
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  Speaker 2: he has raised complications with the navally nations, and I
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  Speaker 2: am a peaceable gent. So they turned me adrift, and
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  Speaker 2: I gave up my shift. And that's why I'm out
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  Speaker 2: of the game. I was too bloomy good, or I'm
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  Speaker 2: certain I would have acquired quite a notable name. End
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  Speaker 2: of section fifty six Section fifty seven of Baseball Ballads.
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  Speaker 2: Grantlin Rice, a fan's diary, fifteenth. We have the greatest
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  Speaker 2: team this year, beneath the shining sun. I've studied up
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  Speaker 2: the dope on them. Yes, every ballooming one our fields
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  Speaker 2: are spectacular, and you will throw a fit when you
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  Speaker 2: discover how this bunch can play the game and hit.
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  Speaker 2: Our manager, Mike Johnson is the only one best bet.
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  Speaker 2: He knows exactly what to do and what new men
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  Speaker 2: to get. They say he's a wonder at developing a team,
• 2:05:24
  Speaker 2: and on the side he's always has some pennant winning scheme.
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  Speaker 2: Jack Smith's a star at second base, while Jones is
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  Speaker 2: great at third. Young Riley is a matthewsoner. Jackson is
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  Speaker 2: a bird. You'll never find a better pair upon the
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  Speaker 2: firing line, the very ones to give this town a
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  Speaker 2: pennant winning nine. There's no more use in talking. We've
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  Speaker 2: got the old flag cinched. I can see that banner
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  Speaker 2: waving with a pennant good as spinched right from the start.
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  Speaker 2: It looks to me a runaway this year. I hope
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  Speaker 2: we don't break up the race. This is my only fear.
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  Speaker 2: April fifteenth, a rah. The season started the opening games Today.
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  Speaker 2: The fans are swarming to the park to see our
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  Speaker 2: heroes play. The whole down town is turning out to
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  Speaker 2: get in on the fun and cheer the team that
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  Speaker 2: has the flag already good as one. They have a
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  Speaker 2: silver loving cup for Johnson and a cane they have
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  Speaker 2: every other player. Oh, they're raving while insane. They're cheering
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  Speaker 2: like comanches or impatience for the prey to see our
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  Speaker 2: team jump in and take the lead on opening day
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  Speaker 2: May fifteenth, Cheer up. The race ain't over yet. Although
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  Speaker 2: our prospect's prayed. What matter if the team has dropped
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  Speaker 2: the first twelve games they've played, It makes no difference
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  Speaker 2: routes that were on the bottom run. Remember, fans, before
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  Speaker 2: you knock the season's very young. June fifteenth, say Johnson
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  Speaker 2: fire that Riley. He's a lemon throw and through. Who
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  Speaker 2: told you Smith could play the game? And Jones has
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  Speaker 2: rotten too? Can that big to up production now and
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  Speaker 2: throw him off the nine. The infield you've sign for
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  Speaker 2: us is something of a shine July first. I've seen
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  Speaker 2: some awful yellow teams in my day, I'll admit, but
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  Speaker 2: say this bunch can't catch a cold. They neither field
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  Speaker 2: nor hit. Say this is on the level. I could
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  Speaker 2: not believe my eyes the day I saw that outfield
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  Speaker 2: squad drop fourteen easy flies. When a short stop makes
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  Speaker 2: twelve errors in one game, he's getting stale. The time
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  Speaker 2: has come to ride him out of town upon a rail.
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  Speaker 2: And when a pitcher passes up a dozen men per game.
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  Speaker 2: I wouldn't like to say it, but I know his
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  Speaker 2: proper name. July fifteenth, Say fire that Johnson right away,
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  Speaker 2: you guys that own the club. He's nothing but a
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  Speaker 2: wooden headed, drunken, brainless dub. He's a holy shower's manager.
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  Speaker 2: As I said from the first, you've got to hand
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  Speaker 2: it to him as the one and only worst October
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  Speaker 2: first Hurrah. The season's over, and I'm glad this race
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  Speaker 2: is past. I know we finished in the roup this year,
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  Speaker 2: a hopeless last. We didn't do a blooming thing but
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  Speaker 2: hit the shoots and slump. But next year, keep your
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  Speaker 2: eye on us. We'll be there. From the jump and
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  Speaker 2: section fifty.
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  Speaker 3: dot org. Baseball Ballads by grantlan Rice. Game called game
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  Speaker 3: called across the Field of play. The dusk has come,
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  Speaker 3: the hour is late, the fight is done and lost,
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  Speaker 3: or one the player files out through the gate, the
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  Speaker 3: tumult dies, the cheer is hushed, The stands are bare,
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  Speaker 3: the park is still, But through the night there shines
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  Speaker 3: the light of home. Beyond the silent hill. Game call'd,
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  Speaker 3: Where in the golden lights the bugle roll'd, the revelie,
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  Speaker 3: the shadows creep, where night falls deep and taps has
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  Speaker 3: call'd the end of play. The game is done. The
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  Speaker 3: score is in the final cheer and jeer of past.
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  Speaker 3: But in the nights beyond the fight, the player finds
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  Speaker 3: his rest at last, game call'd upon the field of life,
• 2:09:28
  Speaker 3: the darkness gathers far and wide. The dream is done.
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  Speaker 3: The score is spun that stands for ever in the guide.
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  Speaker 3: Nor victory, nor yet defeat is chalk'd against the player's name,
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  Speaker 3: But down the role. The final scroll shows only how
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  Speaker 3: he play'd the game. End of section fifty eight read
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  Speaker 3: by Allum Mapstone. End of baseball Ballads by Grant them
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  Speaker 3: Rice
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