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 4 of the World Series between the Cubs and Athletics at Chicago.

The Cubs staved off elimination in dramatic fashion, winning 4-3 in 10 innings.

Schulte went 3 for 4. After striking out in the first, he singled and scored in the fourth, then singled and was caught stealing in the sixth.

He led off the ninth with a double, was bunted to third and scored the tying run on a triple by Frank Chance.

Jimmy Archer doubled with 1 out in the 10th and came home on hit by Jimmy Sheckard.

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Our outfield had no more to do

With that game than a rabbit;

No club would have an outfield if

It wasn't just a habit.

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No, Sheck, he didn't hit that ball,

And Art, I guessed he missed 'em,

And, furthermore, he laid 'em down

When bunting was the system.

...

'Bout Schulte I could say some things,

But still I will not say 'em.

Outfielders are just baggage and

I don't see why they pay 'em.