ATHLETICS.

Hawera Star, Volume XLVIII, 27 September 1924, Page 10

ATHLETICS.

During his stay In Wanganui, his Excellency Lord Jellicoe made a point of calling on Dr. E. E. Porritt, at his residence, Balgownie Avenue, for the purpose of tendering his personal congratulations to the father of the New Zealand Rhodes Scholar and New Zealand’s foremost representative at the recent Olympic Games. At the conclusion of a very pleasant chat Lord Jellicoe assured the doctor that on his return to Eingland he would “jlook up” his son, whose acquaintance he would be proud to make. “A man in two minds in a race of less than 100 yards is no good to anyone.”—Mr. H. M. Abrahams.

THEI FRINGE'S LUCK. The Prince of Wales’ appetite was evidently whetted by his little sporting effort, and when the time came to see a 61b sand ball heaved distances, which varied with the individual skill and strength of the thrower, he asked to be allowed to try his luck. His throw was not so very short of that of the champion. Then they came to the “Throwing at a Target” game, in which Avhitened tennis balls are flung at A blackened board marked out like a range target. After some of the hoys had put up good performances there was a general suggestion that the visitors should try their skill. Six shots were allowed, and the Duke of York smilingly led off; but though he threw with vigour it was not until the last two shots that he scored an inner and an outer. This was the Prince of Wales’ last chance to draw on level terms with his brother, but his luck failed him and he barely touched the target. There were loud calls for “Boss Eye,” a mathematics master from Harrow, who, a« his name bears some remote resemblance to ! the shouted sound, was affectionately dubbed with this nickname by everyone in camp. He upheld the honour of the camp with vigour, if the accuracy of aim was faulty.

DUKE OP YORK’S OAMP. The Prince of Wales was the guest of the Duke of York at his camp at New Romney. That is to say, the Duke of York took the Prince of Wales with him on a visit to the great and successful experiment which hears his name. Again, this year, 400 youths from the public schools and the industrial centres have been living together in the finest snirit of democracy. The camp is situated on the edge* of the marshes some five miles from New Romney,. and its situation

alone is calculated to call forth from each member the utmost that is in him for the common entertainment and pleasure of liis fellows. Game® peculiar to the camp, and so much a mixture of the more usual games of cricket, football, and running that all are bound to start as novices, and so are on equal terms, fill the clay. When the evening comes the camp must still be self-supporting, and Welsh choirs, Irish choirs, Scottish and E.ngli®h roiees and a. jazz band all vie with one another in music and merriment in the large marquee. Every famous school blazer and cap is to be seen in the camp, and-there are the faces of boys obviously from the workshop bench. The boys are bound by one rule, and one only, “Play the Game.” There is no other rule in the eapip, nor any need for discipline, and there is no herding together of class; in fact, there is definitely no class. A boy at Winchester eats next to a boy from Wigan. A boy at Oundle sleeps next to one working in Finsbury. A hey at Marlborough pulls on the same tug-of-war rope next to one who minds a Cincinnati lathe in Manchester.