(These verses originally appeared in the New York Evening Journal, and are here reprinted through the courtesy of the National News Association.) They tell me that Matty can pitch like a fiend, But many long years before Matty was weaned I was pitching to players, and good players, too, Mike Kelley and Rusie and all the old crew. Red Sockalexis, the Indian star, Breitenstein, Clancy, McGill and McGarr. Matty a pitcher? Well, yes, he may be, But where in the world is a pitcher like me?…
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