Life — September 9, 1886 — page 10: what you’re looking at

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- LIFE: IDYLS OF SPORT. I. OU must wake and call me early, call me early, mother dear, For to-morrow’ll be the yachtest day of all the hot new year. Of all the hot new year, mother, the sloopest, cutterest day ; So wake and call me early, ma, and take me down the bay. ta MAN from Detroit silent sat on third base, Singing 'Cago, Chicago, Chicago. In vain did he wipe the hot tears from his face, Singing ’Cago, Chicago, Chicago. “Ts it weakness of pitching or muffing,” I cried, “Or a big lot of base hits all on the wrong side?” He sang very faintly as slowly he died : Chicago, Chicago, Chicago. Tricotrin. * * * NOTES. Y the time the next issue of Lire appears, the inter- national yacht race will have been decided. Every- thing at present points to the defeat of the Galatea. The Mayflower is to have two captains on board with the owner in command ; the crew has been trained to set.the spinnaker boom inside of twenty-four hours, and with the aid of a tug and a six-inch hawser the gallant little sloop can be turned around three times as quickly as a Cunarder. The Galatea, on the other hand, is in strange water with only one captain, who is really nothing but a lieutenant, and is ballasted by the irrepressible and immovable Webb. How sensible sports can back the visitor against such ter- tible odds is past all comprehension. ~ | UNDERSTAND that the New York Yacht Club has | decided to accept Lieut. Henn’s challenge to sail to Bermuda and back for a ten-dollar cup, provided the plucky | Irishman will accept a return challenge for a dash through | the Niagara whirlpool. I hardly think Lieut. Henn will accept so dangerous a | Proposition, but a compromise might be effected whereby Messrs. J. Beavor Webb and J. Frederick Tams should make | the attempt in a center-bored beer-barrel. | This race would be one of intense human interest, as they | say of novels, and would gain for the participants either the ! admiration or the sympathy of the civilized world. * * * I" these days of yachts the man who is without one is to | be pitied. The gloom of the yachtless individual is | darker than an interview with a colored burglar at midnight, and on this account I gladly make room for the communica- tion of a correspondent who suggests that with the aid of a borrowed umbrella, a pair of roller skates, and a stiff breeze a thoroughly enjoyable cruise may be had along the smooth pavements of any of our principal streets. I have seen this land-boating tried by the omnipresent small boy with great success. There is no perceptible motion and the only real danger lies in possible injury to the spanker, brought on by tacking over a banana peel or other impediment to the way- | farer of the city streets. | It is certainly a safe and inexpensive summer enjoyment. * * * | IX sporting men were seated on a bench in Madison | Square Park, one day last last week, when a stumpy | little man rushed up to them and cried : “ Boys, the Metropolitans have “ Ting-ting !” rang the chestnut indicator. “Chestnut!” cried the “ boys.” “No chestnut about it,” shouted the stumpy little man; “the Mets have won a game!!” Two policemen and a caterpillar were mortally hurt in the excitement that followed. Carlyle Smith. NO Pitas AN EXTRAORDINARY CATCH. “JEMINY, A NIBBLE SHUAH 'NUFF!” yo’ CoMEs!" “HI-EE—A DAISY BIGHT 'AN YER ‘“\ JONER IN ER LION'S DEN! But I DID'N’ KNOW SICH MA’KABLE 'MAZIN’ FISH WAR IN DESE_PA’TS!” comicbooks.com