THEY may have been crude men, and sadly dense, As far as college education is concerned— It's likely that but few of them—or none— For life on highest levels ever yearned— But yet—they played the game, and all they thought Was good, square winning—so they scrapped and fought, In Anson's time. Their salaries were slim compared to those Drawn by the radiant stars of modern day— They didn't draw an emperor's ransom for Six months, or less, of fancy, gorgeous play— The money, so they thought, was cheap and small Compared to that big chance for red-hot ball— In Anson's time. Coarse and uncultured, violent of speech, They had to bat and slug their way to fame— But heaven help the gambler who might try To bribe those ancient stars to throw a game! Grim honesty, to those old boys, was worth More than the richest treasures of this earth— In Anson's time. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...TANGENTIAL by LOUIS UNTERMEYER PEGGY, FR. THE GENTLE SHEPHERD by ALLAN RAMSAY AH, HAD I SEEN THEE SOONER! by JOHANNA AMBROSIUS WELCOME GUEST by JEAN D. ARMSTRONG STANZAS TO A LADY by JOHN CODRINGTON BAMPFYLDE SONNET TO W-- P-- by BERNARD BARTON |