Casey at the Bat

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CASEY

AT THE

BAT

By
PHINEAS THAYER

Illustrations by

DAN SAYRE
GROESBECK


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CHICAGO
A. C. McCLURG & CO.
1912

Published June, 1912

The Casion Press
Chicago

CASEY AT THE BAT

The Patrons of the Game

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I

IT looked extremely rocky for the

Mudville nine that day:

The score stood for two to four with just

an inning left to play;

So, when Cooney died at second, and

Burrows did the same,

A pallor wreathed the features of the

patrons of the game.

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The Hope which Springs Eternal

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II

A STRAGGLING few got up to go,

leaving there the rest

With that hope which springs

eternal within the human breast;

For they thought if only Casey could get

a whack, at that

They'd put up even money now, with

Casey at the bat.

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But Flynn Preceded Casey

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III

BUT Flynn preceded Casey, and

likewise so did Blake,

And the former was a puddin',

and the latter was a fake;

So on that stricken multitude a death-

like silence sat,

For there seemed but little chance of

Casey's getting to the bat.

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There was Blakey safe on Second

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IV

BUT Flynn let drive a single to the

wonderment of all,

And the much-despised Blakey

tore the cover off the ball;

And when the dust had lifted, and they

saw what had occurred,

There was Blakey safe on second and Flynn

a-huggin' third!

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Mighty Casey was Advancing to the Bat

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V

THEN from the gladdened multitude

went up a joyous yell,

It rumbled in the mountain-tops,

it rattled in the dell,

It struck upon the hillside, and rebounded

on the flat;

For Casey, mighty Casey, was advancing to

the bat.

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He Lightly Doffed his Hat..

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VI

THERE was ease in Casey's manner

as he stepped into his place,

There was pride in Casey's bearing,

and a smile on Casey's face;

And when, responding to the cheers, he

lightly doffed his hat,

No stranger in the crowd could doubt

't was Casey at the bat.

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A Sneer Curled Casey's Lip

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VII

TEN thousand eyes were on him as

he rubbed his hands with dirt,

Five thousand tongues applauded

when he wiped them on his shirt;

Then, when the writhing pitcher ground

the ball into his hip,

Defiance glanced in Casey's eye, a sneer

curled Casey's lip.

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"Strike one" the Umpire Said

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VIII

AND now the leather-covered sphere

came hurtling through the air,

And Casey stood a-watching it in

haughty grandeur there;

Close by the sturdy batsman the ball un-

heeded sped:

"That ain't my style," said Casey. "Strike

one," the umpire said.

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"Kill him! Kill the Umpire"

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IX

FROM the benches, black with people,

there went up a muffled roar,

Like the beating of the storm-waves

on a stern and distant shore;

"Kill him! Kill the umpire!" shouted

someone in the stand.

And it's likely they'd have killed him had

not Casey raised his hand.

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A Smile of Christian Charity

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X

WITH a smile of Christian charity

great Casey's visage shone;

He stilled the rising tumult;

he bade the game go on;

He signalled to the pitcher, and once more

the spheroid flew,

But Casey still ignored it; and the umpire

said, "Strike two."

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Casey Wouldn't let that Ball go by again

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XI

FRAUD!" cried the maddened thousands,

and the echo answered, "Fraud!"

But one scornful look from Casey, and

the audience was awed;

They saw his face grow stern and cold, they

saw his muscles strain,

And they knew that Casey wouldn't let that

ball go by again.

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By the Force of Casey's Blow

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XII

THE sneer is gone from Casey's lip,

his teeth are clenched with hate;

He pounds with cruel violence his

bat upon the plate;

And now the pitcher holds the ball, and

now he lets it go,

And now the air shattered by the force

of Casey's blow.

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Mighty Casey has Struck Out

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XIII

OH, somewhere in this favoured

land the sun is shining bright,

The band is playing somewhere,

and somewhere hearts are light,

And somewhere men are laughing, and

somewhere children shout;

But there is no joy in Mudville—mighty

Casey has struck out.

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