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Panel No. 1 - 1839
"Design Of First Diamond" |
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Panel No. 3 - 1869 "Crowd Boos First Baseball
Glove;" |
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Panel No. 7 -
1895 "Modern Bludgeon Enters Game" |
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Wheaties 100 Years Of Baseball 1839-1939 No. 8 "Casey At The Bat"
Box Panel "Cut" |
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"Casey At The Bat"
Wheaties Box Panel Cut |
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Item Details |
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CIRCA
- 1939
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MANUFACTURE
- General
Mills
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SIZE
- 6" x 6.75"
(cut)
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FORMAT
- Cereal
Box Panel
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PRICE GUIDE
- $20.00 - $30.00
Very Good - Excellent Condition
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In 1939 to celebrate 100 years of
baseball, Wheaties published "8 historical highlights of baseball...
printed on the backs of Wheaties packages.
"Neway" descriptions and
illustrations depicting how baseball
gloves originated... How the Uniforms
developed...Evolution of the Bat. ..
and 5 other interesting highlights"
No. 1 - 1839 "Design Of First
Diamond;" No. 2 - 1860 "Lincoln Gets
News Of Nomination On Ball Field;" No.
3 - 1869 "Crowd Boos First Baseball
Glove;" No. 4 1877 "Curve Ball Just An
Illusion Say Scientists!;" No. 5 - 1877
"Fencers Mask Is Pattern For First
Catchers Cage;" No. 6 - 1890 "Baseball
Gets All Dressed Up;" No. 7 - 1895
"Modern Bludgeon Enters Game;" No. 8 -
"Casey At The Bat."
"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. As with most commercial
uses of the poem, Wheaties edited to
fit the panel. (words below)
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No. 8 "Casey At The
Bat" Wheaties Box
Panel Cut |
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| Wheaties Cereal Box Front |
Back Of Box Panel Cut |
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"Casey At The Bat" - Wheaties 1939
Written by Ernest
Thayer 1888 |
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There was ease in Casey's manner as he stepp'd in to
his place,
There was pride in Casey's bearing and a smile on
Casey's face;
And when, responding to the cheers, he lightly doff'd
his hat
No stranger in the crowd could doubt 'twas Casey at the
bat.
Ten thousand eyes were on him as he rubbed his hands
with dirt;
Five thousand tongues applauded when he wiped them on
his shirt;
Then while the writhing pitcher ground the ball into
his hip,
Defiance flashed in Casey's eye, a sneer curled Casey's
lip.
And now the leather-covered sphere came hurtling
through the air,
And Casey stood a-watching it in haughty grandeur
there.
Close by the sturdy batsman the ball unheeded sped
"That ain't my style," said Casey. "Strike one!" the umpire said.
From the benches, black with people, there went up a
muffled roar,
Like the beating of the storm-waves on a stern and
distant shore;
"Kill him! Kill the umpire!" shouted someone on the
stand;
And it's likely they'd have killed him had not Casey
raised his hand.
With a smile of Christian charity great Casey's visage
shone;
He stilled the rising tumult; he bade the game go on;
He signaled to the pitcher, and once more the dun
sphere flew;
But Casey still ignored it and the umpire said, "Strike
two!"
"Fraud!" cried the maddened thousands, and echo
answered "Fraud!"
But one scornful look from Casey and the audience was
awed.
They saw his face grow stern and cold, they saw his
muscles strain,
And they knew that Casey wouldn't let that ball go by
again.
The sneer is gone from Casey's lip, his teeth are
clenched in hate,
He pounds 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 favored 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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