Grantland Rice,
Base-ball Ballads
“ Unto that game I took her Into the baseball park. Light as the down of thistles, The fielders chased the ball; Loud as the roar of tempests Followed the rooters’ call; And I heard my heart beat loudly As our star man came to bat, When my little sweetheart murmured: “Say, look at that woman’s hat!” Loudly the base hit rattled, Bringing the tieing score; Wildly the crowd upstarted, Yelping a mighty roar;{63} Softly there came the whisper, Ending my joyous fit: “Why is that poor man running? What is a three-base hit?” ”
