Cricket And Baseball

The cricket game was over and the sun was sinking low, The players in their blazers plodded homeward in a row. They stopped within the clubhouse for a final cup of tea, When up spake Captain Edgerton to Bowler Basil Fee:

"Jolly well tried, old chap! You lost as the greatest can; But whether you win or whether you lose You're always a gentleman. Have a Scotch and soda, old fellow-- It will drive off the blooming blues; Keep up your stride, you jolly well tried, And a man can't always lose."

The baseball game was over and the home team had been skinned, The players slunk across the field while sundry knockers grinned; They hurried to the clubhouse for a bath and change of garb, When up spake Manager McDuff, and each word was a barb:

"Fine lot of high-priced athletes! Most of you ain't alive! I could pick a team from the Soldiers' Home And beat you four out of five. Be out here at ten to-morrow-- That goes the way that it lays; Any mixed-ale sport that doesn't report Will squat on the bench ten days!"