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Salient. An Organ of Student Opinion at Victoria College, Wellington, N.Z. Vol. 9, No. 8 July, 3, 1946

[Untitled poem by H.W.G.]

The British Ambassador to Washington has described cricket as a dull game, and says he prefers baseball.

There's a breathless crush in the clubs tonight.
Hell to pay, and a frightful din:
A bumptious peer has dared to slight
Cricket, and England wants his skin.
An English peer in a morning coat.
But clearly utterly dead to shame.
Declares that cricket gets his goat
And he won't play up the silly game.

The sahibs at tiffin are, blushing red.
Red with rage for the rot he spoke;
The bounder's damned for the things he said.
And cut for a quite impossible bloke.
The river of wrath its banks has bust.
And all his clubs will erase his name:
For an English gentleman always must
Play up play up the sacred game.