All round sport - with fish, fur, and feather; adventures on the turf and the road, in the hunting and cricket fields, yachting courses, links, and curling ponds (1886) (14768529131)

Identifier: allroundsportwit00dyke (find matches)
Title: All round sport : with fish, fur, & feather ; adventures on the turf and the road, in the hunting and cricket fields, yachting courses, links, and curling ponds
Year: 1886 (1880s)
Authors: Dykes, T
Subjects: Horses Sports
Publisher: London : Fores, Piccadilly, W.
Contributing Library: Webster Family Library of Veterinary Medicine
Digitizing Sponsor: Tufts University



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an hit wilder than ever, wasthe cry every time from the crowd of, Well hit, old SingleWhisker! Go it, old Single Whisker! Nor did it end there,for, Go it old Scraped Face! and The man with the UpperLip ! were amongst other of the salutations. Worst of all, itwas most annoying to be asked if there was a barber in Bob-binstown, or if they had only a peculiar style of cutting theirhair and shaving themselves. At the end of the single innings match, the Cotton Spinnerswere defeated by 50 runs, and without much loss of time madetheir way to the station, not carrying, as may be imagined,a very fair countenance. Dick Didbin, with a tongue no longerunder a ban, accompanied them to the station, shaking handsand conversing with them all. He had no more pride,said one, than if he had only been one of ourselves. Howthe match ended is best explained by a letter from the Bobbins-ville secretary to Mr. Dunstan as read aloud at the CloverLeaf, three days afterwards, by the Honourable MatMignette :—
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iL.!-ij>v■.:,_ ;j^?.-^ ---■ old Suigle //.liiTtcr ! V. the Cotton Spm^iers of Bobbinstown. 47 BOBBINSVILLE, Thursday. My dear Sir, We got home all right, and were well pleased with ourday at Puddleton, all save Bill Snookins, and Sam Sellers, andJoe Wilson, in fact nearly all of them save Yankee Dansken (theDoodle, we call him here), who stood at slip. No fault of yours,my dear boy, but of those infernal professionals of yours, whodo know something about cricket, but nothing about their realbusiness, shaving. Bill Snookins, our best bowler, was so disgustedat the appearance of one of his whiskers when he first saw him-self in a glass, that he had both shaved clean off This was easyenough, but when he went home to his wife, who is a little short-sighted, she refused to let him in, and, when he did get in again,had to lie all night on the sofa. Next day three of us attendedto swear that it was Bill, but she seems to be of opinion that thereal Bill has still to turn up. As to Sam