"The Dugout 3"
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Sports & the Sporting Life in New York City
The Rifleman fired only one shot as a Brooklyn Dodger. It was a blank.
(Written on November 11, 1950 to commemorate the birth of Mike)
It looked extremely gloomy for the Connors pair at first.
Not having any young ‘uns was the feeling that was worst.
So when a year rolled by and nothing was a cookin’,
They felt quite sure that Nature had given them a rookin’.
Persistent in their efforts they wouldn’t take a rest,
With the hope which springs eternal within the human breast.
The thought if only something could be added to their zeal,
They’d revel in the glory of a brand-new baby’s squeal.
Another month went by and sad they were indeed
Until a trip to the Laurentians supplied the vital need.
When some weeks had flitted and they learned what had occurred,
They became extremely anxious for the coming of the third.
The happiness of those two, like the tidings of a bell,
Reached up in the mountaintops and sounded in the dell;
It struck upon the hillside, rebounded in the flat
For, BABY, WONDROUS BABY, was soon to be a fact.
There was joy in Betty’s manner in each and every place;
And pride in Chuckie’s bearing and a smile on Chuckie’s face.
When responding to the well wishes on Betty’s increased size
They knew their Laurentian trip had been very, very wise.
Ten thousand eyes were on them as the weeks just slipped away;
Ten thousand hands applauded the passing of each day.
And when the hour approached for the crisis to be met,
Defiance glared in Betty’s eye but Chuck was in a sweat.
The cravings of the mother-soon knew no earthly range.
And even Chuck, the dad-to-be, was acting very strange.
Once, while with the doctor, a tear had Betty shed:
“May I eat some onions?” --- “Not one!” The doctor said.
From her feelings down inside her there came a muffled roar,
Like the beating of the storm wave on a stern and distant shore,
“Oh, doctor, I want onions.” was Betty’s loud demand.
And it’s likely she’d have ate them had not doctor raised his hand,
With a smile of Christian charity the doctor’s visage beamed,
He soothed the rising tumult until happy Betty seemed.
And then the day arrived for Betty to depart
And Chuck was all flustered as he had been from the start.
Soon a nurse called him when Betty was in bed
And he sat and held her hand, wild thoughts in his head.
Then the time grew short and finally did halt
And when the nurse took Bet away he knew t’was all his fault.
Seconds seemed like hours and waiting just plain hell
And he prayed and paced and prayed that his Betty love was well.
When the doctor finally came, poor Chuckie was a wreck
And reached to take the outstretched hand before he hit the deck.
Oh somewhere in this favored land the gloom is inches thick;
Things so bad all over it just makes you sick.
But the Connors’ hearts are happy – filled with utter joy!
And the baby’s name is MICHAEL – yes, a little BOY!
*Betty Connors, originally from Canada, became a citizen
Michael Connors, 13, the oldest son of Chuck Connors, became a full U.S. Citizen on 8/11/64, he was swore in at the Department of Justice in Los Angeles. Michael was born in Canada while his father was playing baseball for the Montreal Royals. This gives Michael dual citizenship.
Rogers & Cowan, Inc., Public Relations:
Prior to THE RIFLEMAN, Connors had enjoyed minor fame on air shows reciting 'Casey At The Bat.' An outspoken man, he gained considerable publicity on a panel show during which he told Zsa Zsa Gabor to 'shut up.'
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