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BASEBALL BAT
DATING GUIDE |
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Vince Scully "Casey At The Bat "Magnolia
Records 45 RPM Record (With Lyrics) |
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Vince Scully "Casey At The
Bat" 45 RPM Record |
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Item Details |
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CIRCA
- 1960
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RECOORD LABEL
- Magnolia
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CATALOG
NUMBER -
45-1001
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SIZE
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7"
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SPEED
- 45 RPM
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PRICE GUIDE
- $10.00-$15.00
$35.00-$50.00 (with
sleeve)
Excellent - Near
Mint condition
Information
Provided by:
Keymancollectibles.com
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Side one of this 7" - 45 RPM
record, released on the Magnolia
Records label in 1960, features the
1960 version of Dodgers charge. Vocals
by Bill Reeves, accompanied by the
Horace Heidt's Orchestra, Composed By
Browne-Ditmar-Heidt. The song
also included 1960 Los Angeles Dodgers;
Duke Snider, Gil Hodges, Larry Sherry,
Wally Moon, and Johnny Roseboro, as
pictured on the record sleeve.
Side two, Vince Scully, recites Ernest
Lawrence Thayer's classic poem "Casey
at the Bat," accompanied by the Horace Heidt's Orchestra.
Like most renditions of the poem, there
are variations from the original. Vince
Scully has a most unique twist with the
words.
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1960 Dodger Charge -
Vince Scully "Casey At The Bat" |
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| Side A - "I Had But
50c" |
Jackie Gleason as
Reginald Van Gleason
III |
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"Casey At The Bat" Lyrics
Written by Ernest Lawrence Thayer - Recited By – Vince
Scully
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It Looked Extremely Rocky,
for the Mudville nine that day;
The score stood four to six, with but an inning left
to play;
Two men had hit and died at first, the fans were
feeling blue.
For Casey was the only one, who could pull Mudville
through.
But Flynn and Blake were next in line, but both were
slow and fat.
So there seemed no chance of Casey ever getting to the
bat.
But Flynn and Blake they took their turns, and miracles
occurred.
Both hit both ran, and both were safe on second and
third.
Then from the gladdened multitude, a roar of cheering
fell;
t'was for Casey, Might Casey, he was coming on the
field.
Ten-thousand eyes were on him, as he rubbed his hands
with dirt,
five-thousands tongues applauded, when he rubbed it on
his shirt.
And while the writhing pitcher ground the ball into his
hip;
Defiance gleamed from Casey's eye, a sneer curled Casey's lip.
He gripped his bat, the ball was pitched, across the
plate it sped.
"That ain't my style," said Casey. "Strike one!" the umpire said.
A roar of kill the umpire, came resounding from the
stands
And, it's likely they would have doe it, had not Casey
raised his hand
He smiled with Christian charity. Again the pitcher
threw,
But Casey Still ignored it, and the umpire said strike
two.
Kill him roared the thousands, and the echo answered
kill
But one scornful look from Casey, and the audience was
still
They saw his face grow stern and cold, they saw his
muscles strain.
And they knew that Casey would not let that ball go by
again.
The sneer is gone from Casey's lip, his teeth are
clinched with hate
He ponds with cruel violence, his bat upon the plate.
And, now the pitcher holds the ball, and now he lets it
go;
and now the air is shattered, by the force of Casey's
blow
Oh, somewhere in this favoured land, the
sun is shining bright,
The band is playing somewhere, and somewhere hearts are
light;
And somewhere men are laughing, and somewhere children
shout,
But there is no joy in Mudville—mighty Casey has struck
out.
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