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![Casey’s Revenge, by Grantland Rice (1906)
There were saddened hearts in Mudville for a week or even more;There were muttered oaths and curses- every fan in town was sore.“Just think,” said one, “how soft it looked with Casey at the bat,And then to think he’d go and spring a bush league trick like that!”
All his past fame was forgotten- he was now a hopeless “shine.”They called him “Strike-Out Casey,” from the mayor down the line;And as he came to bat each day his bosom heaved a sigh,While a look of hopeless fury shone in mighty Casey’s eye.
He pondered in the days gone by that he had been their king,That when he strolled up to the plate they made the welkin ring;But now his nerve had vanished, for when he heard them hootHe “fanned” or “popped out” daily, like some minor league recruit.
He soon began to sulk and loaf, his batting eye went lame;No home runs on the score card now were chalked against his name;The fans without exception gave the manager no peace,For one and all kept clamoring for Casey’s quick release.
The Mudville squad began to slump, the team was in the air;Their playing went from bad to worse - nobody seemed to care.“Back to the woods with Casey!” was the cry from Rooters’ Row.“Get some one who can hit the ball, and let that big dub go!”
The lane is long, some one has said, that never turns again,And Fate, though fickle, often gives another chance to men;And Casey smiled; his rugged face no longer wore a frown-The pitcher who had started all the trouble came to town.
All Mudville had assembled - ten thousand fans had comeTo see the twirler who had put big Casey on the bum;And when he stepped into the box, the multitude went wild;He doffed his cap in proud disdain, but Casey only smiled.
“Play ball!” the umpire’s voice rang out, and then the game began.But in that throng of thousands there was not a single fanWho thought that Mudville had a chance, and with the setting sunTheir hopes sank low- the rival team was leading “four to one.”
The last half of the ninth came round, with no change in the score;But when the first man up hit safe, the crowd began to roar;The din increased, the echo of ten thousand shouts was heardWhen the pitcher hit the second and gave “four balls” to the third.
Three men on base - nobody out - three runs to tie the game!A triple meant the highest niche in Mudville’s hall of fame;But here the rally ended and the gloom was deep as night,When the fourth one “fouled to catcher” and the fifth “flew out to right.”
A dismal groan in chorus came; a scowl was on each faceWhen Casey walked up, bat in hand, and slowly took his place;His bloodshot eyes in fury gleamed, his teeth were clenched in hate;He gave his cap a vicious hook and pounded on the plate.
But fame is fleeting as the wind and glory fades away;There were no wild and woolly cheers, no glad acclaim this day;They hissed and groaned and hooted as they clamored: “Strike him out!”But Casey gave no outward sign that he had heard this shout.
The pitcher smiled and cut one loose - across the plate it sped;Another hiss, another groan. “Strike one!” the umpire said.Zip! Like a shot the second curve broke just below the knee.“Strike two!” the umpire roared aloud; but Casey made no plea.
No roasting for the umpire now - his was an easy lot;But here the pitcher whirled again- was that a rifle shot?A whack, a crack, and out through the space the leather pellet flew,A blot against the distant sky, a speck against the blue.
Above the fence in center field in rapid whirling flightThe sphere sailed on - the blot grew dim and then was lost to sight.Ten thousand hats were thrown in air, ten thousand threw a fit,But no one ever found the ball that mighty Casey hit.
O, somewhere in this favored land dark clouds may hide the sun,And somewhere bands no longer play and children have no fun!And somewhere over blighted lives there hangs a heavy pall,But Mudville hearts are happy now, for Casey hit the ball.
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Casey’s Revenge, by Grantland Rice (1906)
There were saddened hearts in Mudville for a week or even more;
There were muttered oaths and curses- every fan in town was sore.
“Just think,” said one, “how soft it looked with Casey at the bat,
And then to think he’d go and spring a bush league trick like that!”
All his past fame was forgotten- he was now a hopeless “shine.”
They called him “Strike-Out Casey,” from the mayor down the line;
And as he came to bat each day his bosom heaved a sigh,
While a look of hopeless fury shone in mighty Casey’s eye.
He pondered in the days gone by that he had been their king,
That when he strolled up to the plate they made the welkin ring;
But now his nerve had vanished, for when he heard them hoot
He “fanned” or “popped out” daily, like some minor league recruit.
He soon began to sulk and loaf, his batting eye went lame;
No home runs on the score card now were chalked against his name;
The fans without exception gave the manager no peace,
For one and all kept clamoring for Casey’s quick release.
The Mudville squad began to slump, the team was in the air;
Their playing went from bad to worse - nobody seemed to care.
“Back to the woods with Casey!” was the cry from Rooters’ Row.
“Get some one who can hit the ball, and let that big dub go!”
The lane is long, some one has said, that never turns again,
And Fate, though fickle, often gives another chance to men;
And Casey smiled; his rugged face no longer wore a frown-
The pitcher who had started all the trouble came to town.
All Mudville had assembled - ten thousand fans had come
To see the twirler who had put big Casey on the bum;
And when he stepped into the box, the multitude went wild;
He doffed his cap in proud disdain, but Casey only smiled.
“Play ball!” the umpire’s voice rang out, and then the game began.
But in that throng of thousands there was not a single fan
Who thought that Mudville had a chance, and with the setting sun
Their hopes sank low- the rival team was leading “four to one.”
The last half of the ninth came round, with no change in the score;
But when the first man up hit safe, the crowd began to roar;
The din increased, the echo of ten thousand shouts was heard
When the pitcher hit the second and gave “four balls” to the third.
Three men on base - nobody out - three runs to tie the game!
A triple meant the highest niche in Mudville’s hall of fame;
But here the rally ended and the gloom was deep as night,
When the fourth one “fouled to catcher” and the fifth “flew out to right.”
A dismal groan in chorus came; a scowl was on each face
When Casey walked up, bat in hand, and slowly took his place;
His bloodshot eyes in fury gleamed, his teeth were clenched in hate;
He gave his cap a vicious hook and pounded on the plate.
But fame is fleeting as the wind and glory fades away;
There were no wild and woolly cheers, no glad acclaim this day;
They hissed and groaned and hooted as they clamored: “Strike him out!”
But Casey gave no outward sign that he had heard this shout.
The pitcher smiled and cut one loose - across the plate it sped;
Another hiss, another groan. “Strike one!” the umpire said.
Zip! Like a shot the second curve broke just below the knee.
“Strike two!” the umpire roared aloud; but Casey made no plea.
No roasting for the umpire now - his was an easy lot;
But here the pitcher whirled again- was that a rifle shot?
A whack, a crack, and out through the space the leather pellet flew,
A blot against the distant sky, a speck against the blue.
Above the fence in center field in rapid whirling flight
The sphere sailed on - the blot grew dim and then was lost to sight.
Ten thousand hats were thrown in air, ten thousand threw a fit,
But no one ever found the ball that mighty Casey hit.
O, somewhere in this favored land dark clouds may hide the sun,
And somewhere bands no longer play and children have no fun!
And somewhere over blighted lives there hangs a heavy pall,
But Mudville hearts are happy now, for Casey hit the ball.
New footage from LIFE OF PI, directed by Ang Lee. Very brief, but very exciting.
Pick up Life of Pi by Yann Martel at the Library today! Click here to request the book to be held for you or click here for the ebook. Large Print is also available.
In 1905, the “Sup’t of the Children’s Department” of the Brooklyn Public Library ordered Huckleberry Finn and Tom Sawyer to be removed from the collection due to the negative characteristics displayed by the characters. Twain’s reply was a sarcastic one; “The mind that becomes soiled in youth can never again be washed clean; I know this by my own experience…”. An interesting view of history from an acclaimed author, pick up the books of Mark Twain at the Library today. Come in or click the link to request a copy, we’ll call you (or e-mail you) when it’s ready.
En 1905, la “Sup’t del Departamento de la Infancia” de la Biblioteca Pública de Brooklyn ordenó Huckleberry Finn y Tom Sawyer se quitara de la colección debido a las características negativas mostradas por los personajes. La respuesta de Twain era una sarcástica: “La mente que se ensucia en la juventud nunca volverá a ser lavados, lo sé por mi propia experiencia…”. Una carta interesante de la historia de un reconocido autor, recoja los libros de Mark Twain en la Biblioteca Publica de nosotros. Entre o haga clic en este enlace para solicitar una copia, le damos la llamada (o correo electrónico) cuando esté listo.
Sourced from Utne Reader’s Tumblr
*Bird’s eye view of the city of Hannibal, Marion Co., Missouri 1869. Drawn by A. Ruger. (Library of Congress)
It isn’t hard to find writers of color. All you have to do is read.
-The Rumpus
Enjoy this long Crowdsourced list of Writers of Color. Then come into the library and find a copy of their work, or check out live-brary.com and see if we have any of their work in Ebook form. Have a good weekend!
Aside from writing and maintaining this Tumblr, heading the Career Development Center and being the librarian with the most swag (easily), this librarian also purchases the Fiction for the Adult Reference Department. Perusing the paper reviews, the 1’s and 0’s reviews and staff/patron recommendations, the librarian puts aside their own tastes and buys what our patrons will actually borrow. As a new librarian, it takes time because every community has their own reading tastes. Urban Fiction, Mysteries and Romances are the most popular fiction categories here. Because E.L. James has captured 25 percent of the publishing market , the Fifty Shades of Grey Trilogy is also extremely popular. Being as how we’re surrounded by books, recommendations based on what a patron has read is within our expertise. If there’s a book you are interested in, ask for it at the Reference Desk! We’ll try to get it for you from another library and give you a phone call (or E-mail, if its on file) when it comes in.
Además de escribir y mantener este Tumblr, ser el coordinador del Centro de Desarrollo Profesional y de ser el bibliotecario con la mayoría de Swag (fácilmente), este bibliotecario también compra la ficción para el Departamento de referencia para adultos. Leyendo los comentarios que salen en revistas, los comentarios de diferentes Blogs e Sitios y las recomendaciones de la comunidad, el bibliotecario deja de lado sus propios gustos y compra lo que nuestros clientes realmente quieren leer. Como un nuevo bibliotecario, se necesita tiempo, porque cada comunidad tiene sus propios gustos. Ficción urbana, misterios y romances son las categorías de ficción más populares aquí. Debido a que E.L. James ha captado el 25 por ciento del mercado de libros, la trilogía “Fifty Shades of Grey” es también muy popular. Porque trabajamos entre miles y miles de libros, recomendaciones basadas en lo que un cliente ha leído está dentro de nuestra especialización. Si hay un libro que le interesa, pregunte por ella en el mostrador de referencia! Vamos a tratar de conseguirlo para usted de otra biblioteca y le daremos una llamada de teléfono (o e-mail, si lo mantiene en su record) cuando entra de regreso.
