The base ball fever is widely spread. A little six-year-old was sitting in repose upon the parlor steps, with a base ball in his hand, gazing intently at the moon. "Pa," he suddenly spoke, "is there only one man in the moon?" "That's the tradition, my son; the man in the moon is the only inhabitant of that bright world we have ever heard of." After a moment's pause, he remarked with a sigh-"He must be lonesome, pa, and no one to play base ball with.
-The Alton Telegraph, September 27, 1867