Rallies often end that way—

Play the game!

When the umpire shouts: "Strike two!"

And the ball seems wide to you,

There is just one thing to do:

Play the game!

Keep your temper at the plate,

Grit your teeth and calmly wait,

For the next one may be straight

Play the game!

When you think the umpire's wrong,

Tell him so, but jog along;

Nothing's gained by language strong—

Play the game!

For his will must be obeyed

Wheresoever baseball's played,

Take his verdict as it's made—

Play the game!

[Pg 27]

Son of mine, beyond a doubt,

 Prev. P 23/85 next