The Termites Have Got Me.

I'm Only Going One Way.

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.

All I Can Tell Them Is Pick A Good One And Sock It. I Get Back To The Dugout And They Ask Me What It Was I Hit And I Tell Them I Don't Know Except It Looked Good.

To My Sick Little Pal. I Will Try To Knock You Another Homer, Maybe Two Today.

They Started Something Here, And The Kids Are Keeping The Ball Rolling.