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BASEBALL IS THE REAL DEMOCRACY
BY EDMUND VANCE COOKE
MulhoIIand, he owns traction stocks,
Ad sq he sits in a grand-stand box.
I'm clever far than he, I think, ,
.For his stock's water, while mine is ink,
But my thin purse can better afford
The soft, warm side of a bleacher board. v t ,
H& He sits with the mien of a major Fate, '
K. - As the Reuben's in-shoots cut the plate, '
fa ' While my position can only see , K
" ' Whether they're shoulder high or knee; t
1 But O'Laughlin rules and it's my belief '
He doesn't care which of us calls him "Thief V
fll. 4- .
& - , And when the ball toward the left field wings , ,
ir,V And the bleachers rise, and the chorus Bings
S& ' For "Topsy!" Tbp's legs whirl like spokes y
& And the grass beneath him fairly smokes,
f jfvK . And he leaps like a panther toward his kill;
3- i Then let them sit in the stands who will!
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MulhoIIand sits in the grand-stand. Fudge!
That doesn't make him any better judge
Of the game than I. And, as for that,
That knot-holed, shrill-piped, foul-fed brat
Is twice as happy as both. Baseball - ,
Is the real Democracy, after alL
Sometimes I think it is much the same
In the somewhat more pretentious game . .
Called life. The man in, the grand-stand knows .
,,V ' wo more or pleasure, no less or woes. -.
, Wealth (9) is a ticket. Learning (?) is dope.
And the ball coming over the fence is hope!
'(Edmund Vance Cooke in "Basbology." Copyright, 1912, Forbes & Co.)
" THE CONFESSIONOF A WIFE
i ' HOW DICK LOOKS
Chapter CXLVII
(Copyright, 1914, by the Newspaper
Enterprise Association.)
"Now this is something like it," ex
claimed Dick's friend, Jim Edie, as
he pulledout my chair in the smart
est restaurant in town.
"When a man has been in the wilds
of Alaska for ten months it makes his
blood' tingle and his nerves jump to
find himself in the flower of civiliza
tion again.'"
We had been at the- theater Jim,
Dick and I and the strain of the .
Merry Widow waltz Was still singing
itself into niy brain and almost mak
ing my feet refuse to keep still.
' I Rooked about at the laughing,
seemingly happy crowd. The orches
tra was playing the omnipresent
waltz; there was the tinkle of silver
against china and the clinking of
glass against glass. There was the
sight of brilliant eyes, flashing teeth,
snowy shoulders and white throats
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