An Idaho Ball 2119 "Kill him! kill the umpire!" shouted some one on the stand. And it's likely they'd have killed him had not Casey raised his hand. With a smile of Christian charity great Casey's visage shone; "Fraud!" cried the maddened thousands, and the echo But a 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. The sneer is gone from Casey's lips, his teeth are clenched in He pounds with cruel violence his bat upon the plate; Oh! somewhere in this favored land the sun is shining bright, And somewhere men are laughing, and somewhere children shout, But there is no joy in Mudville-mighty Casey has struck out. Ernest Lawrence Thayer [18 AN IDAHO BALL GIT yer little sage hens ready, Trot 'em out upon the floor- 'Fore the ladies! Now, all set! S'lute yer ladies, all together! Swing her round an' off you go! First four forward! Back to places! Till you hit yer pards ag'in! Gents to center; ladies round 'em, Whirl yer gals to where you found 'em! Balance to yer pards an' trot 'em Round the circle double quick! Grab an' kiss 'em while you've got 'em- Ladies, left hand to yer sonnies! Keno! Promenade to seats. Unknown "HOW SLEEP THE BRAVE" How sleep the brave, who sink to rest By fairy hands their knell is rung; William Collins [1721-1759] MY COUNTRY AMERICA My country, 'tis of thee, Of thee I sing; Land where my fathers died, My native country, thee, I love thy rocks and rills, Let music swell the breeze, Sweet Freedom's song; Our fathers' God, to Thee, Author of liberty, To Thee we sing; Long may our land be bright Protect us by Thy might, Great God, our King. Samuel Francis Smith [1808-1895] |