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CURFEWED.
Fringed by clouds, the sun was setting
O'er the hills so far away,
Filling all the land with beauty
At the close of yesterday.
And the straggling rays, descending,
Fell upon all fandom there—
Fans with aching, anguished bosoms,
Fans bowed down in bleak despair.
O'er the hills so far away,
Filling all the land with beauty
At the close of yesterday.
And the straggling rays, descending,
Fell upon all fandom there—
Fans with aching, anguished bosoms,
Fans bowed down in bleak despair.
"Jimmy," said a little newsboy
To a ragged pal near by,
Who sat frowning at the score board
With a teardrop in his eye,
"We ain't got a chance to make it;"
And his face was set and white.
"Orth has got us on the hog train—
Cleveland can't win out to-night."
To a ragged pal near by,
Who sat frowning at the score board
With a teardrop in his eye,
"We ain't got a chance to make it;"
And his face was set and white.
"Orth has got us on the hog train—
Cleveland can't win out to-night."
Every fan from box to bleachers
Sat in silence, sick and sore,
As each inning sped by swiftly
And the Naplets failed to score;
For New York had pounded Otto
Steadily from left to right,
So it looked like easy money
Cleveland wouldn't win that night.
Sat in silence, sick and sore,
As each inning sped by swiftly
And the Naplets failed to score;
For New York had pounded Otto
Steadily from left to right,
So it looked like easy money
Cleveland wouldn't win that night.
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