HOW TRUE!
Ah, what avails the rubber mat, The kitty round and white, The snowy slacks, the shady hat, The blazer barred and bright? With sullen air The bowlers stare And stare, but all in vain; The turf is dead, And overhead The heavens squirt with rain. Unused are all the ponderous bags; Unwanted is the chalk; No use for measures or for rags, Or anything hut talk. A murmur loud . Comes from the crowd, Alas, and well a-way, The green’s too wet, We shall not get Our game of bowls to-day! —Verses and sketch from “Ballads jor Bowlers ” in “ Bad King Wenceslas and Other Verses,” by Tremayne M. Curnow, published by ‘ The Evening Star.’
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Evening Star, Issue 25675, 26 December 1945, Page 3
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115HOW TRUE! Evening Star, Issue 25675, 26 December 1945, Page 3
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