When I lived in Valley Stream, just over the line from Queens in the early fifties, I played a game called Tip-Cat. It had the same “rules” as stick ball. I was very young (seven) when I last played the game. The inherent dangers of the game caused me to retire after I got three stiches in the corner of my eye from a missed Tip-Cat. Actually, my Mom said if I ever played Tip-Cat again, she would kill me herself rather than having me lose an eye!

A Tip-Cat was a stick about six inches long and fatter in the middle than both ends. The Tip-Cat was placed on the ground in front of the batter. The batter took his bat (any good broom handle) and would strike downward on the end of the Tip-Cat. The Tip-Cat would then “jump” up into the air and the batter would hit it like any pitched ball. The fielders had to catch this flying stick in the air to get a chance to get up to bat. Runs were scored the same as stick ball.

I cannot believe I ever played a game like this, but I was only seven and the other players were older. It really is amazing that anyone playing this game survived with any eyesight.