“The love of base ball is wide spread. A little six year old was sitting upon the steps, with a base ball in his hand, gazing intently at the moon. ‘Pa, is there only one man in the moon?’ asked he.
“’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 of pause he remarked with a sigh, ‘He must be lonesome, pa, with no one to play base ball with.’”
— The Marysville (Kansas) Enterprise, 1867
Photo: “Kids In June.” The Baseball Bloggess, 6/26/2021