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BASE BALL CLUB
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The painted man, an obvious client of the artist Martin Hildebrandt whose canvas is the human flesh, brings a sizable talent for the diamond to the club.
His quiet presence is announced at the plate with an audible lash of his willow, and echoes as loud as the nine pins gnashed by the ghosts of Henry Hudson.
His striking is a sound of fury great enough to shake the Catskills and interrupt the slumber of Rip Van Winkle. I pity the fieldsman that he catches napping.