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Film Friday: "Why Women Should Tell Stories of Humanity"
Film Friday: “Why Women Should Tell Stories of Humanity”
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“Take Me Out to the Ball Game”: The Story of Katie Casey and Our National Pastime : Our Game By John Thorn October 8, 2013
Although [the] memorable chorus of peanuts and Cracker Jack is part of our national consciousness, the song’s little-known verses tell a deeper story, about a woman and her desire to be part of the rooting crowd. Her name was Katie Casey, and in 1908 she was affirmably baseball’s biggest fan . . . But in 1908, a woman at the ballpark rooting and cheering was neither a common sight, nor was it fully accepted. “Take Me Out to the Ball Game” advertises just the opposite: that a woman’s place was indeed in the grandstand at the ballpark and not just safe at home.
Take Me Out to the Ball Game Lyrics by Jack Norworth; Music by Albert Von Tilzer
Katie Casey was baseball mad, Had the fever and had it bad. Just to root for the home town crew, Ev'ry sou* Katie blew. On a Saturday her young beau Called to see if she'd like to go To see a show, but Miss Kate said "No, I'll tell you what you can do:"
Take me out to the ball game, Take me out with the crowd; Buy me some peanuts and Cracker Jack, I don't care if I never get back. Let me root, root, root for the home team, If they don't win, it's a shame. For it's one, two, three strikes, you're out, At the old ball game.
Katie Casey saw all the games, Knew the players by their first names. Told the umpire he was wrong, All along, Good and strong. When the score was just two to two, Katie Casey knew what to do, Just to cheer up the boys she knew, She made the gang sing this song:
Take me out to the ball game, Take me out with the crowd; Buy me some peanuts and Cracker Jack, I don't care if I never get back. Let me root, root, root for the home team, If they don't win, it's a shame. For it's one, two, three strikes, you're out, At the old ball game.
i haTE AVOCADOS TOO
GET ON THE SQUAD you glorious member of humanity. THIS IS A VERY SERIOUS ORGANISATION. WE TAKE OURSELVES VERY SERIOUSLY AND HAVE DRILLS AND OTHER MILITARY ACTIVITIES HAPPENING. THERE IS NOTHING CONVIVIAL OR FRIVOLOUS ABOUT THIS OUTFIT.
*hands you your Avocado Resistance badge and a piece of cake* also we’re trying to come up with a secret handshake and we’re taking ideas so
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Kathrine Switzer: First Woman to Enter the Boston Marathon (by MAKERS)