dashers if you please), little the worse for wear but much the worse for mud + rain.
     “Where you kids going?”  Asked Joe as he came out to talk to us.
     I looked out on the muddy street, sparkling with downfalling raindrops in replied “We were going out the ball park”, putting special emphasis on the were.
     “Well you’re crazy” Joe replied. “’Smilley’” Reich said that he was out and the mud was two or three inches deep.”
     “I don’t doubt it in the least” Bill replied, “I move we don’t go out”
     I immediately seconded the notion, and so we stood talking to Joe, waiting for Mr. Zufall