From the Newark Evening Star, June 19, 1914. By Minna Irving.
With legs apart and shoulders bent
And sparkling eyes he stands,
The magic sphere of his delight
Clutched tightly in his hands.
With all his strength he sends the ball,
And views its rapid flight,
A frown upon his chubby face
So softly pink and white.
His aim was true, he straightens up
And feels himself a man
Who hears upon a crowded field
The plaudits of the fan.
Tricycle now, and teddy bear,
And choo-choo cars and all,
Are toys he’ll never want again—
He’s learned to play baseball!