A CRICKET CHIRP.

Star (Christchurch), Issue 17170, 13 October 1923, Page 1

A CRICKET CHIRP.

BY SINBAD. I met a sporting friend to-day all deoked in spotless white, and as I spied his garments gay, T chuckled with delight. “My man,” said I, “Why do you go in showy robes arranged ; are you a kneader of the dough, one of the baking trade Y Or have you got a job as cook in some big swell hotel ? You have a sort of cheffy look; you ought to do quite well. Or, possibly, it may be that the painting trade’s your aimpyou ought to make a profit fat—you’re well up in the game. I’ll tell the world that ere to-day you’ve painted oft the town ; so, working in a business way, you’ll pull good money down. Or p’r’aps you’re just come off a yacht; how are the shrimps just now? Tut, tut, old man, don’t get so hot, or you will start a row. ’Dies© explanations that I’ve found don’t seem exactly right, so tell me, pray, why you go round arranged in spotless white?” He grinned and whispered in my ear; “ I’m not the K.K.K.I The explanation is quite clear, for cricket starts to-day.”