FALCON CUP SOCCER.

Auckland Star, Volume LXIX, Issue 229, 28 September 1938, Page 22

FALCON CUP SOCCER.

SATURDAY'S # FINAL.

ABELS TACKLE TIIE NAVY ELEVEN. Games to be played on Saturday under the control of the Auckland Football Association :—• First Division. —Falcon Cup final : Navy v. Abel!--. P.landford Park. 3 p.m.. Mr. J. C. Sibliin. Linesmen : Messrs. A. Haycock and E. Williams. Sovcn-n-siilc Tourney.—St. John Ambulance Brigade, mountain top. Mount Albert, 3 p.m., Mr. S. 11. Chapman. Second Division.—Dacre Cup final : Mount Albert Grammar Old Boys v. North Shore, Onehunga. p.m.. Mr. A. Firth' Linesmen : Messrs. S. C. Jones and G. C. Edwards.

Fourth Grade. — Championship final ro rl.'i.v: Comrades v. Eastern Suburbs Bland ford Park, 2 p.m., Mr. G. Anderson. Fifth Grade.—Knock out final: Y.M C.A. Rovers v. North Shore, Blandford Part, 1 p.m.. Mr. J. Hilliard.

"Heavens, it looks woree than the first one!" yelled the Xight Editor, forgetting he h«d made it up and chosen all the tops, said where the picture was to go and written the splash headlines himself.

"What a staff!" he said. "What a gang! Can't you get some news?"

Reporters came in with stories and typed them, and went out again. A woebegone man was greeted with, "What the devil have you got!"

"He's the dramatic critic." another telephonist whispered to Williamson. He was told to "Cut it short" and

'Keep it snappy."

"Xohodv take* any interest ill art," moaned the dramatic critic, sitting down and writing with careful slowness.

"Haven't you done yet!" barked someone at him before lie had written half a page.

"They always Itilk to critics like that.'' said a whisper to Williamson.

"They're very important in tile theatre. At least, the public think so. But they ought t<> hear the way they talk to them in the office. Resides. they're the slowest of the lot."

Streatham . . . Williamson wondered Tliev were slower still at home.

Well, it would soon lie two o'clock. ! Three time- i-oiiieone had brought in all' (ilitun. and iliree times the Xight Editor . had barked that it wouldn't do. News screamed from everv column of I every page. I here seemed a fel'iiiclit 1 I e\vryu here. '1 here wm a revolution in' (bile! There wi- a ship >unk with all' hands <df Xova Scotia! There was a big railway smash, but that wa« in China. j "Who ciins about China, anyway!", barked the Xigi;t Editor. Then, when ii was. two o'clock, Williamson was tolil he could go. j And then he remembered his wife. He! dramatised in hi?, mind, her peril, her | agouy. ... j ou've done quite well to-night," said: the telephonist who had sat next to j him. "You'll be all right." I So it was with a new hope that Wil-' liamson went home. He ran down to the Embu iik ment. lie just caught an all-night, tram. And very soon he was; in Streatham. i He opened the door with his. key. and j crept i lis hie. She might be asleep, perhaps, by now. unless she was lying: awoke waiting for him. or unless. . . .1 Hut what was that ? It sounded rather 1 like a bleat. The strange woman looked downstairs-—and then disappeared again. And then she walked down towards him with a bundle in her J arms. "It's a boy." she said. "Tlmik Cod." said Williamson. < "Tlxink Cod!" He dashed out to find a. telephone. ITe called up the office — and he asked for the Night. Editor himself. "I've pot some big news."* he said, when he -poke to him. "It's the bigg'-t news in the world. My wife's had a habv!"