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It was a very pleasant game, / And there was naught of grumbling / Until the baleful tidings came / That Williamson was "fumbling. " / Then all at once a hideous gloom / Fell o'er all manly features, / And Clayton's cozy, quiet room / Was full of frantic creatures.
"Click, click," the tiny ticker went, / The tape began to rattle, / And pallid, eager faces bent / To read the news from battle; / Down, down, ten million feet or more, / Chicago's hope went tumbling, / When came the word that Burns and Gore / And Pfeffer, too, were "fumbling."