Edgar A Guest

All That Matters Edgar A Guest

Book ExcerptAnd waits for "something good."And as she hands him spoon and plateI chuckle low and wishThat I might be allowed to waitTo scrape the frosting dish. PLAY THE GAMEWhen the umpire calls you out, It's no use to stamp and shout, Wildly kicking dust about--Play the game!And though his decision mayEnd your chances for the day, Rallies often end that way--Play the game!When the umpire shouts: "Strike two!"And the ball seems wide to you, There is just one thing to do: Play the game!Keep your temper at the plate, Grit your teeth and calmly wait, For the next one may be straightPlay the game!When you think the umpire's wrong, Tell him so, but jog along; Nothing's gained by language strong--Play the game!For his will must be obeyedWheresoever baseball's played, Take his verdict as it's made--Play the game!Son of mine, beyond a doubt, Fate shal