A VICTIM TO FOOTBALL

New Zealand Herald, Volume XXVII, Issue 8282, 14 June 1890, Page 2 (Supplement)

A VICTIM TO FOOTBALL

I didn't play this season ; if) was a disappointment, I can tell you. Early in the season I had a bad eye. Poulter gave ib mein the Engineer match. The ball was near their goal. I stooped to pick it up. Somehow I tripped. Of course, Poulter didn't know what I was going to be up to. He kicked at the ball, and instead of the ball he kicked my eye. I was a sight! And then, hardly was I able to show again when, in the match with the St. Galen's men, Thistlowaite, a great giant, over six feet high, picked mo up when I was running, and pitched me on my head against one of the iron posts on which we hang the rope to enclose the ground. Of course he didn't mean it, but I thought that game had seen the last of me. It was all I could do, a month afterwards, to toddle down to the ground to see the match with Biddleham. Play, worse luck, was out of the question. My brother didn't play either. Miss Blake objected. She used to be awfully fond of the srame before she became engaged to him, but since that event she seems to have cooled off a bit. She says that when a man is going to be married she thinks he ought to stop that kind of thing. There's something in it. Jack Kill, two days before his marriage, got compound fracture in both his legs. It was to be his last match— it was. Bab the wedding was postponed.— From " The Match of the Season," in the Cornhill Magazine for May.