To My Sick Little Pal. I Will

If It Wasn't For Baseball, I'd Be In Either The Penitentiary Or The Cemetery. I Have The Same Violent Temper My Father And Older Brother Had. Both Died Of Injuries From Street Fights In Baltimore, Fights Begun By Flare-ups Of Their Tempers.

I Thank Heaven We Have Had Baseball In This World... The Kids... Our National Pastime.

It's Hard To Beat A Person That Never Gives Up.

Who Is Richer? The Man Who Is Seen, But Cannot See? Or The Man Who Is Not Being Seen, But Can See?

You Know This Baseball Game Of Ours Comes Up From The Youth - That Means The Boys. And After You've Been A Boy, And Grow Up To Know How To Play Ball, Then You Come To The Boys You See Representing Themselves Today In Our National Pastime.