Keeping up with past and present happenings in a remarkable small town.
By grandfather would tell me of seeing Rube coming to town from the Waddell potato farm in prospect. He said Rube would through some of the potatoes through the holes in the fences.
The Philadelphia Inquirer published this poem about Rube in 1903..Up to the bat the Orioles rose, his face was filled with gleeThere're various brands of glee you've never seen before."Strike one," the umpire cried, "strike two" --the umpire said "strike three."But you've seldom seen those kinds of strikes before.For when Reuben twirls the sphereThe Planets shrink in fear.And the sinuous sea serpentIts sorrow tries to drown.Then the cyclone hides its head,And the birds go right to bedFor there's doings on the Diamond when Reuben comes to town.Jack Cicco Jacksonville, Fl.
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