COUNTY CRICKET

Greymouth Evening Star, 13 July 1935, Page 7

COUNTY CRICKET

HIGH AND LOW SCORES LARWOOD-VOCE IN FORM [BY CABLE —PRESS ASSN. —COPYRIGHT.] (Recd. July 13, 10 a.m.) LONDON, July 12. County cricket results: — Yorkshire, first, 326 (Barber 80); second 245 (Mitchell 98). Kent, first 171 (Bowes 6/42); second 247 (Ames 84, Veritj' 7/53). Yorkshire won by 153 runs. Glamorgan, first 239 (E. Davies 100, Paine 6/71); second 89 (Hollies 4/30). Warwick, first 150 (Mercer 5/67, E. Davies 5/54); second 4/179. Warwick won bj T six wickets. Gloucester, first 250; second 208 (A. Pope 5/48). Derby, first 233 (Smith 76, Goddard 6/62); second 157 (Goddard 4/60). Gloucester won by 68 runs

Northants, first 140 (Voce 7/34); second 65 (Voce 3/23, Larwood 3/22). Notts, first 250 (Walker not out 114). Notts won by an innings and 45 runs. Hampshire, first 153 (John Parks 4/49); second 314. Sussex, first 423 (Cox 162); second 0/45. Sussex won by ten wickets. Lancashire, first 5/412 declared (Hopwood 101, Washbrook not out 107). Essex, first 173 (Booth 6/53). Followed on 185 (Booth 5/58). Lancashire won by an innings and 54 runs.

ETON V. HARROW.

LONDON, July 12. Harrow first, 249 (Joynson 68, R. Davies 5 for 66). Eton first, 5 for 138. HOLLIES INJURED. (Received July 13, 10.30 a.m.) LONDON, July 12. During a friendly wrestle, Hollies strained his neck, and was sent to the hospital. Sims, of Middlesex, has been invited to replace him in the Leeds Test team. FOOTBALL AT LORD’S? BLENHEIMITE GETS A “BITE.” In a recent letter to a Blenheim friend Dr. R. Noble-Adams tells a good story against himself (says the “Express”). He was at Lord’s cricket ground watching a match between the South Africans* and Middlesex, and noticed that the tiirf was badly affected by a grub like the grass-grub, which on inquiry he learned was the “leath-er-jacket,” or larva of the “daddylonglegs.” “I nearly got run in fcr asking silly questions and committing lese majeste,” writes the doctor. “I said to a bloke, to whom we were talking about the state of the ground, ‘Do they play football here in the winter time?’ Of course. I knew differently, but I just threw it out as a suggestion, that it might account for the patchy look of the ground. “He bit, like as if I had spiked him with his own wicket. ’Football? Good God —NO! ! !’ Then he turned his back, and spoke no more to me all the afternoon. ; 5 “I have tried since then to interpret in words the look he gave me. It might have meant anything and everything. It was a look of mingled contempt, pity, and indignation, and I realised then that I had no earthly right to be inside the gates at Lord’s, that I was an ignorant Philistine, and that no gentleman would ever care to converse with me or be seen near me at Lord’s."