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� tAnn* <br />o Landers <br />Dear Ann: uCtl�8season <br />awaliil soon . <br />coming up. <br />be to Rall swtag; + ', <br />A= will you do the thousands of 1St• '• <br />tae Leaguers across the country ■ bk& <br />favor and publish the following <br />poem? it ran several Ye -am ago la <br />the Dayton Journal Herald and was <br />written by Bob FOIL, &f former <br />pitche <br />in the minor leagu <br />aged a LIN! League team In Fox's <br />()*u words, "Y used to hand the poem ' <br />to mothers at the games when .they <br />became a little hostile." <br />Th,za •s From A Concerned Mother <br />Ana says Bob Fox's poem says vol. <br />uniee. Fier it Is.'for snaring. . <br />JU C A UTTLE BOY <br />lie stands at the plate with beart <br />pounding fast. .. r . <br />The -bases are loaded; the die has <br />been C35L <br />Morn and Dad cannot help him. he <br />stands all alone. <br />A hit at this moment would send the <br />team home. , <br />The ball meets the plate; he swings <br />and he misses. i ,• <br />There's a gxoan from the crowd. <br />with Some boos and some him <br />A thoughtless voice cries "Str*t out <br />the bum:* <br />Tears till his eyes; the game's no <br />longer fun. <br />So open your heart and give him a <br />break. <br />For it's moments like this. a man you <br />can make. ' <br />Keep this to mind when you near <br />someone forget. <br />He's Just a little boy and not a man <br />yeL <br />41 <br />