A GOOD IT.
Percy, of the Sloppiugton Sloggers, had brought his very ownost girl to see the match. There she sat, a fair vision, in the most comfy deck-chair, and the sweetest summer smile, hoping and trusting that Percy would show them what was what. With square-set jaw, and a determination to make that trundling chap wish he’s never bowled a ball in his life, Percy, bepadded and begloved, strode to the wicket. Along came his chance—-a sneaky, round-the-corner, knock-me-over-the-hedge sort of delivery. Click ! The stumps enfolded one another in a fond embrace. "By Jove, Percy’s got a duck, hasn’t he ?’’ exclaimed the fair girl’s neighbour, turning to her in dismay. The fair girl blushed crimson. '"Why, yes, of —of course he has !” she stammered prettily. "I—l’m it !”
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Cromwell Argus, Volume XLII, Issue 2238, 20 March 1911, Page 7
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128A GOOD IT. Cromwell Argus, Volume XLII, Issue 2238, 20 March 1911, Page 7
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