Conductor (above escaping steam): Ticeville. Here’s where you get off, young fellow. All a-a-aboard.
Sound—Train Panting Leaves Station. Fades
Ike: Looking for somebody, stranger?
Larry: I’m looking for Bud Wilson.
Ike: If you’re a salesman trying to sell Bud some baseball goods, you’re wasting your time. Bud’s Ticeville team ain’t been going so good. When a team in these parts don’t win, folks stay away.
Larry: I’m to meet Bud Wilson at the ball park. Is it far?
Ike (eagerly): You a ball player?
Larry: I hope so.
Ike (in rising excitement): A pitcher? Tell me quick. You got a fast ball?
Larry: Back home they call it the ‘There it ain’t’ ball.