A SPORTSMAN’S DREAM.

Manawatu Herald, Volume XLIX, Issue 3834, 21 August 1928, Page 1

A SPORTSMAN’S DREAM.

AFTER AN EXCELLENT DINNER

Being a lover of good living and all kinds of sport, 1 recently indulged in an excellent dinner, and spent the evening reading the sporting news. This was the result: — “Put- in the boot!” the crowd yelled as the jack flew down the wing. But at that moment a sudden squall tore our spinnaker from the target and the bay gelding (lashed over the net at odds on the declared four no trumps doubled, 'flic king’s pawn took the chukka with a cannon-ball service down the side line, making the chalk fly, and would have scored a penalty goal had not the forwards, rowing at 120 to the minute, snatched up the hare from under the very nose of kitty. It was aces on the down, however, and the crowd in the grandstand was getting excited. Suddenly there was a shout of “Checkmate,” and the umpire signalled a wide. It was now or never. Oppcrman, pedalling rapidly, shot into the ring and hounds went to cover with one up and two to play. There was no hid from tht driver of the Austin Seam, but the goal-keeper redoubled i lie scratch man’s opening servico and holed out with a magpie at 600 yards and a mashie shot to leg. Saute claimed a fall as the crews galloped down the straight, and at any moment there was a likelihood of the brindle dog miscueing and ! eading with his left to the jaw, which inevitably have resulted in rhe hare standing in towards the buoy and giving the pilot a chance ;o make a spinning nose dive and volley him off the tee. In the nick of time the starling, dodging the second barrel, caught a crab and called off-side. At the same moment the helmsman, taking advantage of a fishtail wind, gave a wonderful exhibition of the crawl stroke, followed by a high mark at ihe nineteenth hole, and cleverly clamped a headloek on dummy ending Ins spectacular run down tho field by trumping his partner’s acc. The score was now 40-love, two bisques, an innings and one for his l.noh. The position seemed hopeless, but at this stage Patterson dealt n no-ball and Borotra went n off the red, leaving Moriarty in lie rough and badly, euchred. With a roar of triumph Mercantile, takmg the corner on two wheels, picked up the scent strongly one the •.eventh green. Then, amid intense excitement, the favourite for the Grand National looped the loop ever the last hurdle, and, with a full hand up his sleeve, breasted tho (ape on top gear and expired in a bunker.