  Old Style—Early Sixties. Scene—The Ground and its Accessories. Superior Creature. Really very pleasant. Weaker Sex. Oh! charming. So delightful having luncheon al fresco. The lobster salad was capital. S. C. Very good. And the champagne really drinkable. W. S. And our chat has been so interesting, Captain Smorltork. S. C. So pleased. And now, what do you think of the cricket? W. S. Oh! I haven't time to think of the cricket. New Style—Late Nineties. Scene—The Same. Mere Man. Really rather nice. Stronger Sex. Quite nice. Capital game, too. Up to county form. That last over was perfect bowling. M. M. Yes; and the batting was well above the average. S. S. Tol-lish. And really, when I come to think of it, Mr. Smorltork-Gossip, you have been also entertaining. M. M. Proud and honoured! And now, what do you think about the luncheon? S. S. Oh! I haven't time to think about the luncheon. Cricketer fielding ball. Lady addressing boy. Fair Batter (Ætat. 18). "Now, just look here, Algy Jones--none of your patronage! You dare to bowl to me with your left hand again, and I'll box your ears!" A Match Miscalled.—Considering the style and number of the turn-outs on the ground, and the amount of champagne-cups consumed at Lord's during the Great Public School Cricket Encounter, suppose it were re-christened the Drag and Drinking, instead of the Harrow and Eton, Match? At the Village Cricket Match.—Umpire (carried away by enthusiasm on seeing the young Squire send a ball hard to leg). Well hit, Master Arthur, well hit! (Remembering himself.) But don't make no short runs! |
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