THE GREAT GAME.

Hokitika Guardian, 17 July 1930, Page 7

THE GREAT GAME.

Cricket, as I know and love it, is part of that holiday time which is the Englishman’s heritage—a playtime that seems to me to take on the very colours of the passing months. In the spring, cricketers are fresh and eager; ambition within them breaks into bud; new bats and flannels are ns chaste as .the spring winds. The showers of early summer drive the players from the field, but soon they nre back again, and every blade of grass around them is a jewel in the light. I like this intermittent way of cricket’s beginning in spring weather. A season does not burst on us, as football does, fullgrown apd arrogant; It comes to ua every year with a modesty that matches. the slender tracery of leaf and twig, which belongs to the setting of every true cricket field in the season’s first days, When high summer arrives, cricket grows to splendour, like a rich part of the garden of an English summertime. In summqr the game is at the crown of the year.”—Mr Neville Cardus in his “Cricket.”