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You Know This Baseball Game Of Ours Comes Up From The Youth - That Means The Boys. And After You've Been A Boy, And Grow Up To Know How To Play Ball, Then You Come To The Boys You See Representing Themselves Today In Our National Pastime.

Who Is Richer? The Man Who Is Seen, But Cannot See? Or The Man Who Is Not Being Seen, But Can See?

I Won't Be Happy Until We Have Every Boy In America Between The Ages Of Six And Sixteen Wearing A Glove And Swinging A Bat.

Don't Ever Forget Two Things I'm Going To Tell You. One, Don't Believe Everything That's Written About You. Two, Don't Pick Up Too Many Checks.

If It Wasn't For Baseball, I'd Be In Either The Penitentiary Or The Cemetery.