Publisher's Synopsis
This historic book may have numerous typos and missing text. Purchasers can usually download a free scanned copy of the original book (without typos) from the publisher. Not indexed. Not illustrated. 1917 edition. Excerpt: ... BALLADE OF BRUISERS "Into the night go one and all."--W. E. Henley. Where are the burly fists that swayed The raging millions--blow by blow? The crashing jabs that each essayed For cheering crowds to see and know? Old John L.'s slam against the foe? Jim Corbett's skill amid the brawl? The brave--the big--the fast--the slow? "Into the night go one and all." War gods that led the Big Parade--Where Ruby Robert got the dough; Or out the regal cavalcade Where Big Jeff ruled the fighting show; Hail--Fighting Men--in battle glow! No answer echoes to our call, Save on the far wind's undertow--"Into the night go one and alL" The curtain swings--the slam is made--Far whirls the cheering, to and fro; Fame stalks across the Open Glade For stalwarts forming, row on row; Jack Johnson? None might overthrow This sable king's eternal thrall, Until his time had come to know "Into the night go one and all." So one by one they come and go Nor heed amid the laureled stall, Fame's vanished ghosts that whisper low "Into the night go one and all." THE BUSH TO THE BIG LEAGUE I send you my sons and my favorite ones, The sons that I love the best; I send them to you when I know they are due And ready to tackle the test; I send you my sons, but it isn't a gift, It's merely a loan, for when They have served out their day of "promotion and pay" They come to my arms again. For they all come back to their Mother, However the die is cast; They gather the cheers of the radiant years But the Bush is their home at last. I reach them and enfold them, I make them and mold them, By fields of the East and West; And then at the time of their ball playing prime You take them away from my breast; You give them acclaim at the height of their fame, In the glow of their youth--but...