Norman Gale

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Book Excerpt: ...ould Pindar fire the athletic lyre, A truant from his bright abode, Sir, How would he chant the Chief heroic, The trundler's hope become zeroic, The drives from liberal shoulders poured, The changing history of the Board!Long may the champion's pith be scoredIn figures leaping on the Board!Strong in the arms as Hercules, For club, a bat within his hand, Sir, Behold him there, the foe's despair, Persuade the bowling to the stand, Sir!What if some wrinkles now take leasesUpon his brow? He's used to creases!And, young in muscle, still can laughAt fifty on Time's Telegraph. This Toast, good comrades, let us quaff--Three figures on his Telegraph!THE APPEAL. My boy, bethink you ere you flingUpon my heart a cloud of gloom. Pause, pause a moment ere you bringYour father to an early tombBy playing Golf! For if you seekTo gravel you