CABBY; OR, REMINISCENCES OF THE RANK AND THE ROAD.
(By "Hansom Jack.")
No. III.—SPORT—THE OVAL—GOOD OLD W. G.
Sportsman? You bet! Where's the Cabby as isn't? It's born in the bones of us, somehow, I fancy.
'Ighly improper, I s'pose; but life's dull, and it's livened by something a little bit chancey.
Trying your luck's a temptation to most of us, own it or not. Wy, there's old Billy Barlow
Got as excited at winning a pig in a raffle as though 'e 'ad broke Monty Carlow.
Wot did 'e want with a pig? But 'twas pickings. Fifty-to-one chance pulled off; that's wot done it.