A CRICKET CROAK.

Star (Christchurch), Issue 17244, 10 January 1924, Page 1

A CRICKET CROAK.

RY

SINBAD.

Oh, ring a lament for our cricket, ye knights of the hat and the ball : our reps, once the kings of the wicket, now can’t win a. con test at all : my son I has become very sick at the terrible things that befall. An unbroken line of reverses has been for the season our lot ; the man in the street very terse is with language unfriendly and hot the coach and the players he curses, and says they ought all to be shot. Otago at Christmastide met us. from regions of porridge and cream: their bowlers and batsmen upset us they were a strong side, it would seem ; like guineapigs .munching a lettuce they chewed up our horrified team. To Wellington boastful and breezy our cricketers went on their tour ; but maybe the wicket was greasy- our first innings total was poor; though later it proved not so easy, the North won a victory sure. Then last to the far Wnitemata our tra Telling champions came, and there every bowler and hatter was hopeful of winning the game : it seems that themselves they did flatter - they thudded, and Mud is their Tt once was a different ?tofy. with Dan Reese and Co. in their be would make then our total to climb: alas tor the province’s glory, departed, at least for the time.