O.O. McIntyre

Evansville Journal/September 1, 1920

This is a little puff.

For Mr. Babe Ruth.

Who seldom has his name.

In the papers anymore.

Unless he wallops.

The pill over the fence.

But there is another side.

To this mighty batsman.

That made a hit with me.

And I am for him.

And I hope he makes.

A million home runs.

I was at the Polo Grounds.

With Eddie Cantor, the actor.

And Eddie doesn’t think.

Any more of a nickel.

Than he does his right arm.

And so as he was paying.

For the entertainment.

We sat in the bleachers.

And after a little while.

Babe Ruth came trotting.

To the outfield.

While they knocked flies.

From the home plate.

And there was a little shaver.

There with his brother.

And they had a kodak.

And finally they sneaked.

Out of the bleachers.

Down into the field.

And the little shy feller.

Asked Ruth if he might.

Take his picture.

And Ruth stood at attention.

And the kodak clicked.

And the lad thanked him.

And started away.

But Ruth called him back.

And told the brother.

To hold the camera.

And Ruth got the shy one.

And put his arm around him.

And they had their picture.

Snapped in this pose.

And I know that boy.

Was up before daylight.

To develop that film.

And to show there is.

A law of compensation.

The first time at bat.

Ruth knocked the ball.

Clear out of the lot.