ON A CLUMSY CRICKETER.
At Timbertoes his Captain rails As one in doleful dumps; Oft given "leg before"—the bails, Not bat before—the stumps. The Genevese Professor Yung Believes the time approaches When man will lose his legs, ill-slung, Through trams, cars, cabs, and coaches; Or that those nether limbs will be The merest of survivals. The thought fills Timbertoes with glee, No more he'll fear his rivals. "Without these bulky, blundering pegs I shall not fail to score, For if a man has got no legs, He can't get 'leg-before.'"