OUR INNINGS.

Star (Christchurch), Issue 18901, 28 October 1929, Page 10

OUR INNINGS.

To the Editor. Dear Sir, —I see “ Mum’s the Word,” under a camouflage of cricket parlance, is trying to claim a win. lie strikes me as being a win-tie-or-wrangle witty man. I am confident that the umpire —the “ Star ” reader—has given his decision in our favour—a one innings defeat for the “ nameless ” side. The bowling was that easy—mostly Bible text stuff that was hit to the boundary. Old “G.R.8.” on again, hoping to get wickets with his “ wides ” with the “ psycho complex ” break. The best batting practice I ever had was one shearing time. I had two or three of the gang throwing at me, after I had shown them what a good length ball was. The price of my wicket was the price of a shorn sheep added to their tally next day—two-pence. By Jove, they did rocket them in, but they earned money faster at work than they did at play. I guessed “ Dan ” was purposely doing just what my shearers did. —I am, etc., PETER TROLOVE.