BOWLING.

Waikato Times, Volume 113, Issue 18850, 21 January 1933, Page 18 (Supplement)

BOWLING.

NOTES AND COMMENTS. ITEMS OF INTEREST. AN UNUSUAL INCIDENT. (By “Toucher.”) An unusual situation arose in a game between .I ones (Woburn) and Noble-Adams (Blenheim) played in the Dominion Bowling Tournament at Kelbunt, when Nicholas, who was, playing lead for Adams, carried Iho jack to within iO inches of the ditch. Jones asked Cook, his No 'I, lo put the jack in the ditch but lie missed the Jack by a fraction and sent a toucher over Ihe edge, where it was still “alive.” Jones asked Cook to -try again and I his time he carried the jack into the ditch, to lie inches from it with the Blenheim toucher howl two inches away. it. was impossible for either side lo alter the position and Ihe head was “declared,” the remaining eight howls not being sent down.

Imitation is still the sincercst form of (Littery. After a game Ilie oilier day, an enthusiast approached a eorlai’n player with: “I have not cared In bother you, but I have followed you round in order lo gel, your hold of dho howl, ami 1 am ever go more effective.” Thai’s flue, candid, and salisfaeiory—for the follower. Once upon a lime someone complained I hat another had followed liiin round in order In get a smack at him—a ludicrous suggestion.

Is a club with approximately 100 members justified in grading down ils championship (singles) lo In entries, ami running a minor championship with the nwl? says Boomerang in I he Sydney Referee. That was done last year by one of the big clubs. The

sum total of it was that the “ A ” grade 16 competed for the honour, and at least 10 of them being regarded as impossible winners, It would create a "box-seat” for what was left. I have always been opposed to very poor players, known ones, taking part in these game*, for obvious reasons, but they must be absolutely “Impossible” before I .would omit them. Many hundreds of our best players have qualified in their clubs in the singles. When I entered for my first olub championship I was laughed into withdrawing, until a member persuaded me to re-enter. I didn’t win, but did the next year. Every man in any club, if all get their rights, can demand to play in the championship. At least 32 should be given Ihe opportunity. The rules say that everybody must play in the club colours, but an umpire on the Eastbourne green the other day was, to say the least of It, a Iritlc stern. It was terribly hot, and a competitor had left off his hat, coat, collar and tie. “ You cannot play like that," said the umpire, “you must put on your tie.” Grandfather’s clocks, bobs In, annual dips, etc., are nice sentiments, which nobody is anxious to disturb, well earned by those selected for the honour. But what of the “needles" that have been the "shatters” in the game, bearing all the bruises, and being nearest to the whip through all j the long journeys? Turning them out j inlo a “paddock” devoid of grass, and without even a once-over with the , cruel, to say the least. To all association, states a Sydney writer, I would counsel: Look after the old horses when they get beyond selfaid. At, the annual meeting of the N.Z. Bowling Council the president men- i tinned that a test match had been held with Australia and that the visit had been returned, lie considered it was time they issued an invitation for anoiher test match to be held in connection with the tournament in January, 1 f) J i, in Dunedin. Mr. Stone said’ ’ this matter was arranged and only needed confirmation. It was also decided to a el, accordingly. “ Never set your heart so much on victory as to allow defeat to make

you sullen, Irritable, or unjust, and thus destroy yhur enjoyment of the game, or worse still, destroy, or even lessen, the enjoyment of another. The first thing you have to learn is to fling away ambition, that objectionable variety of it, that is, which consists in regarding yourself as “the altogether superior’ bowler who should brook no defeat; and infests you with the fierce determination to make at the others see and feel It, >too.”— John May.

“ (Brownie," writing in the Sydney bowls paper, says: “ The • perfect skipper must be a combination of Mussolini, Michael Angelo, Charlie Chaplin, The Good Samaritan, and Simon Legreo all rolled into one. He must be able to inspire his men: must be the par excellence of versatility, must be able to keep his team in a cintinual roar of laughter when things are lookng glum, and willing to assist and succour the faint-hearted.