CRICKET.

Hawera & Normanby Star, Volume LXV, Issue LXV, 2 August 1913, Page 11

CRICKET.

A clever adaptation of a popular little poem from "Alice in Wonderland" is given in Cricket. "Walter Mead and his 6on Harold played for Essex against Derbyshire. Between the fall of a wicket, one noticed Walter talking to his son; doubtless giving him some useful hint."— Daily Paper. "You are old, Father Walter," the young Mead cried, "And your hair, what there is of it, 's white; Yet you still hold your own with the best on the side — Do you think, at your age, that it's right?" "Some few years ago," Father Walter replied, "I'd a sort of a wish to retire; But as I grow younger each year, I have tried To subdue that untimely desire." "You are old," said the- youth, "yet you still keep a length; You can spin 'em and twist 'em at pleasure. Your back-breaks are snorters, quite over by strength, And they call you still 'Our Essex Treasure I'" "You are young," replied Walter, "and a little bit green; My art is not learnt in a season; I bowl with my head: it remains to be seen, If you can combine pace with reason." I "You are old," said the youth, "one would hardly suppose. That your eye was as steady as ever; Yet you still hold a catch at the tip of your toes — What makes you so awfully clever?" "Li my youth," 6aid the veteran, "I kept all my limbs — Not to mention my principles— supple; And that's why old age neither stiffens nor dims, And the years with alertness I couple." A.C.D.