ALFREDTON GOSSIP.

Wairarapa Daily Times, Volume IX, Issue 2554, 22 March 1887, Page 2

ALFREDTON GOSSIP.

n»M' AH' oHQhUMiL -CORRESIPOMESyX. .., Ido not t .see much in your paper abouVthis paH- of-the,world; allhiragh' I am a constant reader, therefore' like the village champion I take up iny pen to write, and.lhopeyou will give me a little' elbow room' now and again for me to put half a column of Alfredton gossip into your paper. The first wbrdsyou see at the head are'(Alfredton Gossip." ' Well this at the head for Alfredtonis the place for gossip. For instance, a poor, bullock the other day happened to! break the pole of his dray,-, when an Alfredton gossip passing by witnessed the accident, : and losing no time rode ■some twenty miles ont :of ,his' way to! spread the joyful news, So tho song goes now.

Whosoever heareth shout! shout! the sound; all Alfredton is jciyful; bullocky's on tbe ground. Enough of that soi*t of gossip, let '.us away to cricket. No doubt cricket is a scientific, game_ if played, but t am', sorry to say that in Alfredton therearesome of the picked eleveu who do not show to advantage. For instance, in-the (late match here with Tonui, one ; individual • especially attracted •my attention. Upon being called upon to go and take his bat he walked to tho wicket as cool as a cucumber, with a pipe stuck in his jaw and a pair of green spectacles on, which of course made the ball look (to him) the- same color as the grass, and theconsequence jwas he no; sooner.lifted his bat than down went the stumps. Well, just another word about cricket, ! and, I will have done. Just fancy.-a ■ fielder under a blazing sun fielding wjth a good stout- Mosgiel coat oh—l suppose it was to keep the heat out. Lastly, the Alfredton;Cricket Club have lost every match they have played this season," Dancing- A Ball was held hero on;. St. Patrick's night, • under the auspices of the Alfredton Cricket Club in Messrs Macquarie Bros, wool-shed, whioh went off very well, although there were not enough present to make it a finanoial success. The belle, I believe, was a Mauriceville beauty, whose ancestors hail from the land of the ancient vikings. The weather here has kept fine till about a month ago, when it broke in. in cold winds and showers of rain, until St. Patrick's morning, when we had a taste of Jack Frost. I send this, not knowing whether you will publish it or not.. But, Oh! Mr Editor, I would like to see my name in your paper. Cyclops.