BASE-BALL BALLADS

By GRANTLAND RICE Sporting Editor the Nashville Tennessean

Illustrated by C. H. WELLINGTON

THE TENNESSEAN COMPANY NASHVILLE, TENNESSEE

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Copyright, 1910, BY The Tennessean Company. {5}

CONTENTS.

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BASE-BALL BALLADS.

THE COURTSHIP OF A SON OF SWAT.

He swung like Wagner at his best, a sole-inspiring clout;

The son of swat slid down the steps; the umpire yelled: “You’re out.”

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THE BUSH LEAGUER’S DREAM. (From our “Songs of the Spring Recruit.”)

I.

Chorus.

II.

Chorus.

ON THE ROAD TO ROOTERS’ ROW. (Letting Mr. Kipling in, of course, on a bit of the graft.)

I.

II.

III.

IV.

“TILL THE LAST MAN IS OUT.”

L’Envoi.

THE BUSHERS.

(A big advance order is now in for Christy Matthewson’s forthcoming volume on baseball; John L. Sullivan is at work upon a romance of the ring, of which he is the hero; Battling Nelson has just closed up a comfortable wad upon his edition of “The Life and Battles of Matthew Battling Nelson.”)

THE CLIMAX OF FAN JOY.

The greatest laugh of all crowns a scrappy game of ball

When a foul-tip cracks the umpire on the knee.

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SONGS OF SWAT—“YOU USTER BAT .300.”

Chorus.

Chorus.

THE LAUGH ON NERO.

But lo, the victim stood his ground, and with a lordly air

He waved each lion and tiger back and gave them glare for glare.

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