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The Outlook wasn't brilliant for the Swampville nine that day: The score stood four to two, with but one inning more to play. And then when Clapper died at first, and Brennan did the same, A sickly silence fell upon the patrons of the game.
A straggling few got up to go in deep despair. The rest Clung to that hope which springs eternal in the human breast; They thought, if only Mueller could get but a whack at that - We'd put up even money, now, with Mueller at the bat.
Still smiling. ThankQ, mick.
