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Dominion, Volume 18, Issue 97, 19 January 1924, Page 18

This little cricket story conies from down Oamaru way, says a Christchurch writer. r io attend, a cricket match, three members of a visiting side had to fravel 30 miles, and so a friend drove them iu his flivver. On arrival he was appointed an umpire, and quickly stepped jnto prominence by ruling one of the home side as run out, although the batsman appeared to have reached his crease. Another one went the same way, and when a third followed howls of rage arose from the spectators. The last decision was so glaringly wrong that a clergyman in the home side approached the fielding side’s captain who admitted that the batsmen had some cause for complaint. So tho captain and the clergyman approached the umpire, and, as tactfully as possible, asked him if be were sure the men were out. “Yo and the blooming crowd kin say wot ver like,” said the indignant umpire, "but none of them batsmen had passed the wicket!” Naturally, the umpire’s defence created a sensation, and when the heated fßaling inside the parson’s collar had dropped from bofling-point, he asked the captain of the fielding side to change the umpire, “Not on your life,”' was the reply. “You see, he drove several chaps here, and if we take him off lie’ll leave them to walk back I”