The Tradition
(K. S. Ran jits! nil ji: K. s. Duleepsinhji.) Who, that has seen it, does not love the glide, The pliant work of wrists in sympathy. The lightning turn, that flicks the ball aside And bids us taste the game’s sweet luxury? An hour of Ranji ... I can close these eyes And watch again those moments charmed away ; Glad am I, though the brilliant vision dies, To look upon another of his clay. I cannot think the nephew dares as much (Only one Ranji, surely, could exist) Yet there is something of the elder’s touch— A lithe familiar stirring of the wrist. Applause rolls out, as from the surge of surf. A form is moving with a supple stride. A broader frame, that trod the same good turf, Surveys, content, the march of time and tide. (Who, that has seen it, does not love the glide?) —G. D. Mart.ineau. in “The Cricketer.”
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Sun (Auckland), Volume III, Issue 761, 6 September 1929, Page 6
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154The Tradition Sun (Auckland), Volume III, Issue 761, 6 September 1929, Page 6
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