_Mere Man._ Really rather nice.
_Stronger Sex._ Quite nice. Capital game, too. Up to county form. That
last over was perfect bowling.
_M. M._ Yes; and the batting was well above the average.
_S. S._ Tol-lish. And really, when I come to think of it, Mr.
SMORLTORK-GOSSIP, you have been also entertaining.
_M. M._ Proud and honoured! And now, what do you think about the
luncheon?
_S. S._ Oh! I haven't time to think about the luncheon.
[Illustration]
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[Illustration: Fair Batter (ætat. 18). "Now, just look here, Algy
Jones--none of your patronage! You dare to bowl to me with your left
hand again, and I'll box your ears!"]
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A MATCH MISCALLED.--Considering the style and number of the turn-outs on
the ground, and the amount of champagne-cups consumed at Lord's during
the Great Public School Cricket Encounter, suppose it were re-christened
the _Drag_ and _Drinking_, instead of the _Harrow_ and _Eton_, Match?
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AT THE VILLAGE CRICKET MATCH.--_Umpire_ (_carried away by enthusiasm on
seeing the young Squire send a ball hard to leg_). Well hit, Master
Arthur, well hit! (_Remembering himself._) But don't make no short runs!
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