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BASEBALL BAT
DATING GUIDE |
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Digby Bell "The Man Who Fanned Casey" 78 RPM Record (With Lyrics) |
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Digby Bell "The
Man Who Fanned Casey" 78 RPM
Record |
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Item Details |
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CIRCA
- 1909
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RECOORD LABEL
- Victor
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CATALOG
NUMBER -
35290-B
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SIZE
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12"
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SPEED
- 78 RPM
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PRICE GUIDE
- $30.00-$60.00
Excellent - Near
Mint condition
Information
Provided by:
Keymancollectibles.com
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"Casey at the Bat" is a poem written
in 1888 by Ernest Thayer. A dramatic
narrative about a baseball game. The
poem became popular on the vaudeville
circuit, and has become one of the
best-known poems in American
literature. In 1888, De Wolf Hopper, a
life-long baseball fanatic, performed
the poem for the first time in front of
an opera house audience with the New
York Giants and the visiting Chicago
White Stockings in attendance. It was
an immediate hit.
After 10,000+ performances of the piece, the Victor Talking Machine Co.,
recorded Hopper's rendition. Two
single sided versions of the of
the poem, catalog no. 31559, was
released in 1906 and 1907. A two
sided record was released in 1909,
35290-A "Casey At The Bat" and side
35290-B "The Man Who Fanned Casey" (A
Reply To "Casey At The Bat")
Performed by Digby Bell. The poem was
written by "Sparkus" which is believed
to be William Sparkus, according to a
1966 newspaper article. But, the poem
was published in a 1907 issue of The
Dayton Herald newspaper "By T.M.
Fowler."
"The Man Who Fanned Casey" was also released on Victor Records, 31733,
single faced 12" 78RPM record.
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Digby Bell "The Man Who
Fanned Casey" |
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| 1906 "Casey At The
Bat" Release |
1909 "Casey At The
Bat" Side 35290-A |
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"The Man Who
Fanned Casey" Lyrics
Written by
T.M Fowler (Pen Name Sparkus) - Preformed
By – Digby Bell
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TI'm just an ordinary fan,
and I don't count for much,
But I'm for writing history with a true and honest
touch.
It isn't often that I knock - I'll put you next to that
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But I must interpose a word on Casey at the Bat.
Oh, yes, I must admit it; the poem is a beaut.
Been runnin' through my thinker since our team got the
chute.
I heard an actor fan recite it thirteen years ago;
He sort of introduced it in the progress of the show.
It made a hit from gallery, down to the parquet floor;
But now I've got to thinking, and that poem makes me
sore.
I'd like to know why any fan should be so off his nut
About the Mighty Casey who proved himself a mutt.
The score, we're told, stood four to two, one inning
left to play.
The Frogtown twirler thought he had things pretty much
his way,
So in the ninth, with two men down, he loosened up a
bit;
And Flynn scratched out a single, Blake let loose a
two-base hit.
Then from the stand and bleachers there arose a mighty
roar.
They wanted just that little hit they knew would tie
the score.
And there at the bat was Casey, Mighty Casey,
Mudville's pride;
But was the Frogtown slabster sent balloonin',
terrified?
Now in the ninth, with two men down and Casey at the
bat,
Most pitchers would have let him walk - we all are sure
of that.
But Hagen was a hero, he was made of sterner stuff;
It's his kind who gets the medals and the long
newspaper puff.
He knew the time had come for him to play a winning
role.
He heard the fans a-yelling; it was music to his soul.
He saw the gleam of confidence in Mighty Casey's eye. "
I'll strike him out!" Hagen resolved. "I'll do it or
I'll die!"
He stood alone and friendless in that wild and frenzied
throng.
There wasn't even one kind word to boost his game
along.
But back in Frogtown where they got the plays by
special wire
The fans stood ready, if he won, to set the town on
fire.
Now Hagen twirls his body on the truest corkscrew plan
And hurls a swift inshoot that cuts the corner of the
pan.
But Casey thought the first ball pitched would surely
be a ball,
And didn't try to strike it, to the great disgust of
all.
Again the Frogtown twirler figures dope on Mudville's
pride;
And Casey things the next will be an outshoot breaking
wide.
But Hagen shot a straight one down the middle of the
plate,
And Casey waited for a curve until it was too late.
A now the mighty slugger is a-hangin' on the string.
If another good one comes along, it's up to him to
swing.
The jaunty smile, Hagen observed, has faded from his
face,
And a look of straining agony is there to takes its
place.
One moment Hagen pauses, hides the ball behind his
glove,
And then he drives it from him with a sweeping long arm
shove.
And now the air is shattered, and the ball's in the
catcher's mitt,
For Casey, Might Casey, hadn't figured on the spit!
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-Last verse not on record-
That night the bands were playing in Frogtown-by-the-Crick,
And frenzied fans were shouting, “Mickey Hagan turned
the trick!”
So why lament for Casey just because he couldn’t clout?
Let’s say, “Hurrah for Hagan, he who fanned the slugger
out."
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