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|Sources=<p><em>Milford Journal, </em>September 22, 1875.</p> | |Sources=<p><em>Milford Journal, </em>September 22, 1875.</p> | ||
|Warning= | |Warning=<p>Dating this throwback game to the 1850s is arbitrary. Correction welcomed.</p> | ||
|Comment=<p>This happy poem does not appear to convey details on the game's rules. </p> | |Comment=<p>This happy poem does not appear to convey details on the game's rules. </p> | ||
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Latest revision as of 09:45, 18 December 2021
Prominent Milestones |
Misc BB Firsts |
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About the Chronology |
Tom Altherr Dedication |
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Open Queries |
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Most Aged |
Game of "Round-Ball" Recalled Much Later
Salience | Peripheral |
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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 | |
Notables | |
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.
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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 |
Query | Edit with form to add a query |
Source Image | [[Image:|left|thumb]] |
External Number | |
Submitted by | Joanne Hulbert |
Submission Note | Email of 12/18/2021 |
Has Supplemental Text |
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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)