All classes of bowlers have stuck at
Their efforts to dislocate Ducat;
Their wiliest tricks
He despatches for six,
Which is what they decidedly buck at.
You should never be down in the dumps
When Strudwick is guarding the stumps;
His opponents depart
One by one at the start,
But later in twos or in _clumps_.
"Like father like son," says the fable,
And is justified clearly in Abel;
No bowling he fears
And his surname appears
An extremely appropriate label.
If I were tremendously rich
I would buy a cathedral in which
I would build me a shrine
Of a noble design
And worship a statue of Hitch.
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Our Sleuths Again.
"His wrists were tied together with a piece of webbing, two
bricks were in his coat pockets, and, most remarkable of all,
the soles of his boots were found to be nailed to his toes....
The police theory is that somebody 'owed the dead man a
grudge.'"--_Provincial Paper._
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AUTHORSHIP FOR ALL.
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