1891 DARTMOUTH '91 BALL TEAM

Class of Ninety-one in college Sought to gain a wider knowledge, Sought a strong physique to gain, For knowledge without that is vain

Soon a baseball team was seen Practicing upon the green, Practicing in burning sun That their games might all be won.

Woodcock was our pitcher then, Kelleher our catcher when We traveled far afield to spill St. Johnsbury and Lyndonville.

Watson played around first base, Pond at short the balls did chase, Pollens, Hobbs, and Allison

For fly balls in the held did run

Heath at second base did play, Played there nearly every day; If he missed a ball or two,

So would I, and so would you

Abbott played a neat third base, Viau sometimes took Woodcock's place; Dan Richardson, our manager, Planned to make good games occur.

In junior year the championship Of class teams hung on every lip, But Class of Ninety would not play: Fearing us in every way.

Sometimes we lost, sometimes we won, But anyhow we had great fun. Dartmouth misses us I know, But we miss Dartmouth too, I trow.