He Has Written A Piercing Satire, More Brilliant Than Mr. Edison's
If the average sporting scrivener should step out of the press box at the Polo Grounds and exchange his ordinary raiment for a Giant baseball uniform there might be a riot. Certainly the sight of a writer's calves in the Old-Glory barber-pole sox of the Giants would arouse something more than comment. If the fans remained in their seats, content to hurl epithets and hot dogs, the outbreak would be postponed only until the scribe scuttled savagely in from third to field a...
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