Little Whitewings
“YES, yes,” said Snooker, philosophically, as we were going home from the races in a first class carriage with third class tickets (the crowd was…
A sporting trip to Arcadia
Chapter I “Come with me,” said Snooker, impulsively, “into the rural districts, and we will frisk about the pleasant meadows like young lambs. A trip…
Cricket with the Graces
“It was delightful,” said Snooker, with a sigh of satisfaction; “but, after all, there is no doubt in my mind that Angelina was the nicest…
Racing with the“Blazers.”
AT the end of each hunting season the members of the renowned Slushtown “Blazers”—a pack of hounds noted for their slowness in the field and…
Our point-to-point
OUR hon. secretary—a good sportsman but a trifle gassy— proposed one evening (after dinner) that we should get up a point-to-point steeplechase in connection with…
A great match
WHILE not exactly representing W. G. Grace at the bottom of the handicap, I am considered—chiefly perhaps by myself— a fair cricketer, and am a…
Our billiard handicap
It was considered a very open race; there were thirty-two runners, all tryers, and the betting started at ten to one on the field, with…
Three balls and a mug
One of the most startling events of the year in our peaceful hamlet is our annual billiard handicap, for which some of the most respectable…
Watching them play
It is a bitter grief to me that now, after a life spent in devotion to duty, I cannot bowl the curly ones. My hand…
My “Roarer.”
She was a good-looking mare with a nice turn of speed, and had a pedigree as long as your arm. She was sound as a…