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Game of "Round-Ball" Recalled Much Later

Salience	Peripheral
Tags	VerseVerse
Location
City/State/Country:	Mendon, MA, United States
Modern Address
Game	Round-BallRound-Ball
Immediacy of Report	Retrospective
Age of Players	UnknownUnknown
Holiday
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Text	I had heard of that call             For the game of round-ball, So I went to the grounds after dinner;             But the play had begun,             And I knew there’d be fun, But I could not imagine the winner. [ . . .]      And such glorious fun,             Just to see the boys run, Really tickl’d your humble reporter.                                     J.H.C. (J. H. Cunnabel)   For full poem, see Supplemental Text, below.
Sources	Milford Journal, September 22, 1875.
Warning	Dating this throwback game to the 1850s is arbitrary.  Correction welcomed.
Comment	This happy poem does not appear to convey details on the game's rules.  Edit with form to add a comment
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Source Image	[[Image:|left|thumb]]
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Submitted by	Joanne Hulbert
Submission Note	Email of 12/18/2021
Has Supplemental Text

1850s.60 Game of "Round-Ball" Recalled Much Later"

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            I had heard of that call

            For the game of round-ball,

So I went to the grounds after dinner;

            But the play had begun,

            And I knew there’d be fun,

But I could not imagine the winner.

 

            For the ball and the bat

            Were both tit for tat,

While good playing enlivened the game;

            There were Otis and Drake,

            Never made a mistake,

And Doctor C. always the same.

 

            Then the laughter grew loud

            As it spread through the crowd

Just like an acute epidemic;

            Then we heard the boys shout

            “We have just put ‘em out,”

And “Bully for you, Mister Remick.”

 

            We then heard it said

            That our jolly friend Fred,

His heart all alive with expansion,

            In a true modern style

            He had bet quite a pile

On the boys that belong to the Mansion.

 

            But the Milford Hotel,

            Like a beautiful belle,

With all the good luck we could wish her –

            Now salutes her compeer

            With a hearty good cheer,

And a health to both Scammell and Fisher.

 

            She remembers the hits

            Which gave the ball fits,

And sent it where they hadn’t oughter,

            And such glorious fun,

            Just to see the boys run,

Really tickl’d your humble reporter.

                                    J.H.C. (J. H. Cunnabel)