SNOOKY-OOKUM

Bournemouth Graphic, Friday 08 April 1932

SNOOKY-OOKUM.

Billiards wizards have been busy in Bournemouth recently. Indeed, it has been a real week of cues and queues. But it was a certain Snooker competition last week-end that took the cake, the biscuit and the whole bag of tricks.

A certain well-known amateur who has Scotch in his veins but never touches it in bottle seemed to be doing everything that was wrong. Nothing he did appeared to be right, and a deeply-interested crowd were simply waiting for the verdict that apparently could be nothing but the Grand Defeat in excelsis. It is rumoured that one or two gentlemen had actually prepared in their minds suitable little speeches of sympathy in order to lessen the blow! And then the miracle happened. The Scotch blood of a thousand ancestors stirred in his veins, and the spectators stood amazed at what was occurring before their eyes. Ye little gods and smaller fishes. What a victory—and what a reception. Snooker may be all right -but this was surely a case of Snooky-ookums!