A CRICKETER'S COMPLAINT.

Lake Wakatip Mail, Issue 2643, 21 January 1908, Page 7

A CRICKETER'S COMPLAINT.

Play cricket ? Of course he did. And to the simple villagers he implied that he was a terror at the game. "Will you play for us on Saturday ?" they asked, and when he graciously acquiesced they considered the match as good as won. ' He was the first man in and he asked for centre, and slapped down a blade of grass that was in the way with the air of a veteran. He played the first ball, or rather the first ball played with him. "A nasty howler that, sir," remarked the next man in. "Not at all : not at all. I could have played him all day were it not for a nasty attack of lumbago—it has put me right off my play," he remarked, loftily. The second man also succumbed to the first ball sent down to him. 'What on earth were you doing to let a simple ball like that beat you ?" queried the egotist. "You could easily have swiped that for six." "Well, you see, I didn't feel very well," said the yokel. "1 had an attack of the same complaint as you did, only down here we call it blue funk."