Rockport High School - Tatler Yearbook (Rockport, ME)

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14 TH E TATLER and worst of all, for enjoying it . As the Reverend Plately went home he looked at the lovely scenery around him and wondered if the congregation would ever realize and appreciate the handiwork of God, even on Sunday, Josephine Pitts, '40. HISTORY OF BASEBALL The National game of the U. S. is baseball and has been played since early in the nineteenth century. its rules and form have changed very much but it is still the most popular game. Baseball is of uncertain ori- ging some claim its forerunner was an English game called rounders but its origin is otherwise unknown. The first baseball rules were set up by the Knickerbocker Club of New York and games were held with other teams. Interest grew until in 1857, a convenrtion was held to unify the rules and the National Baseball Association was born. The rules drawn up then are strange indeed to the modern player. The ball was never thrown but tossed, and all curves were prohibited. None ot' the players wore gloves and the ball softer than the modern catcher nearly always ball on the first bounce its not being very lively was much ball. The caughit the and due to it eouldnlt be hit very far and more emphasis was placed on team play and place hitting than upon slug- ging as is very common today. Professional baseball started with the Cincinnati t'Red Stockings in t1868ll who played through the year 1869 to 1870 without losing a game. The interest in baseball grew rapid- ly and in 1876 the National League ot' light clubs was formed and drew such attention that in 1882 another league, the .Xinierican was formed. Modern professional baseball is in three classes: The Major leagues, or the National league: The American League consisting ot' eight clubs each, the minor leagues which are very numerous and generally have a. connection with the Major league team for the purpose of training new players, and the so-called 'tllush Leagues which are semi-prot'ession- al and organized in nearly all the small communities of the nation. Modern baseball rules differ wide- ly from their original form and equipment used now is also very much improved. The ball has changed from a semi-soft horsehide covered ball ot' string to the extreme- ly lively and hard ball in use today. The result is that team play is not in practice as it should be and more home runs are wanted. They have different equipment as one knows now. The strain is put almost whol- ly on the pitcher and the hits made are usually home runs. ln earlv twelve home baseball a record of runs in a season was hard to equal but today they run as high as sixty. changed but Baseball rules have it is still the National game and every summer from the smallest sehool lot to the largest stadium, crowds will watch professional and amateur with pleasure and enthus- iasui, Earl llpham, 39.

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'l'lllC 'PATLER 13 , . . hearted he started for his honie in the slunis. .Xs he deseended the stairs he stumbled and fell head long inlto a bank of snow, Soon llie snowing ceased and the :noon shone brightly making a sil- ver path along the snow. There in the middle ol' the silver colored snow lay a small frozen form, ln the early hours ot' the morn the gay couples departed from the party to return to their homes. All of a sudden one heard a wonian's st-reain through the laughter. All of the young pfople rushed to the snot to see there the little frail body of a lad whom they turned away froin the door penniless and whom if they had not been as selfish might. have saved. But they were only self- eenitered people who knew nothing the true spirit of Christmas. Pauline M. 'l'atha,m, '39. THE JOY OF LIVING The young Reverend Thomas Plalely stood by the shore of the lieinieibee River one Sunday morn- ing in early November. Ile seemed deep in thought as he looked at the river, that had frozen over in the eold ot' the last ithree days. Sudden- ly he left the shore but presently re- turned with a pair of skates thrown over his shoulder. As he put on his skates he looked aeross the river at the trees with th-eir bare arms stretehed up to the sky. Seemingly in worship of God for eretating sueh a glorious day. lt was early in the day since the Hey. Plately had a long way to go, 'Phe sun had jiist cleared all the elouds from the sky that usually make it difficult to t-ell the weather t'or the day. The Rey. Plately notic- ed this and also the woods on both sides of hiru. They were hushed as the birds had left to find winter quarters in a warmer place. Ile also thought of the many times he had gone to the church on Sun- day mornings. Sometimes on foot, sometimes in a neighbors buggy. He was suddenly awakened from his reyerie when he went around a eurye of the river and saw on the hill the little gray ehurch. Ile stopped, took off his skates and threw them over his shoulder. .Ks he went up he inet eaeh of his congregation with a glad Hllood Morning . That morning he preaehed a par- tieularly good sermon. lt seemed to him that the sight of so mueh of Gods handiwork as he had seen was an inspiration. After the serviee, he noticed that all the rather formidable deacons were gathered in one eorner of the eluireh, Presently he was called to them. One deacon said, You know, you have broken the Sabbath by skating to Church. But there is one ques- tion w-e would like to ask. Did you enjoy your skate down the riyer ? 'Phe minister looked around in surprise and then said, I must. say, l did . The older deacon Without consult- ing the rest eame towards him and speaking sternly said, You are dis- missed for breaking the Sabbath,

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