RUGBY BREEZES.

NZ Truth, Issue 946, 12 January 1924, Page 8

RUGBY BREEZES.

. . ■ ♦ ■ Wo were talking of Rugby football m Wellington. "It's no wonder you're bally footballers — what?" ho Intervened. We looked over at the Homey for enlightenment "It's the bally broezes here, you know, whistling round the treesos — what? I never played' the game till I landed m Wellington, but I'm Joining a club next winter. First day I landed here my hat flew off. I chased It for two miles, side-stepped a tram, two brewery drays, and a baker's cart, and then fell exhausted, on it; at the edge of the harbor— a great try, what? Next day I snapped up a flying hat and in-passed to a chappie on" a tram, but the greatest ©vent wpa today. My bally old hat loft' my poll again and flew round a corner m a whirlwind. When I got round afterit what did I soo but some bally rotter making off with it. Phew! I—what do you call It?— I jolly well tackled him round the knoea find said, 'Look honh. old chappie, you'vo got my hat!"' " 'By gad.' ho said, 'so I have. Thought it was mine. I'm so used to chasing It you know, what?'" "A Priceless excuse, eh?" . "Yes." we agreed. KIRBO.