During the 1910 season, the Chicago Tribune regularly published funny, sometimes hilarious, poems that it said were written by Frank Schulte, the Cubs' colorful, hard-hitting, lefty-swinging right fielder.

The poems actually were written by Ring Lardner, destined to become one of the great humorists of the early 20th Century, who was assigned by the paper to cover the Cubs that season.

This entry appeared 111 years ago today, the morning after Game 1 of the World Series between the Cubs and Athletics at Philadelphia.

The A's won the game, 4-1, as pitcher "Chief" Bender held the Cubs to 3 hits, 1 by Schulte, while striking out 8. He issued 2 walks, both to Schulte.

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They trimmed us, yes, they trimmed us.

I struck out only once.

The heap big Indian trimmed us

With his heap big Indian stunts.

...

But do you know, that I believe

They were afraid of me?

Just glance at my day's record and

I think you will agree.

...

I pounded out a single and

It certainly was nice.

This scared the heap big Indian and

He gave me passes twice.

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They wouldn't line them out to right.

They knew they would be caught.

So all my standing out there was

For naught, it was for naught.

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I doff my hat to Bender, and

I do not want to knock.

There's another game tomorrow, yes.

It starts at 2 o'clock.