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Show Good Eye, Cuchullllnl Who can sot bounds to tho soaring Imagination of tho Colt? An enthusiastic enthusi-astic Now Yorkor recently watching n gamo of hurling which resembles lacrosse la-crosse between stalwart teams, was moved to ask President Conway of tho Irish Athlotlc association how far a good man could drlvo tho ball, "Well, I'll toll you," responded Mr. Conwny, with a twlnklo In his oyo thnt contradicted his sorlous speech. "In tho good old days whon Cuchulllln wns champion of Ireland, tho king nnd nil tho nobility woro assombled at tho great games of Talltln. Cuchulllln struck up n hurloy ball Into tho sky, and then walked off to his pavilion and took a drink of potheen, and Btrollod back to tho spot In good tlmo to catch tho ball on his hurloy." Harpor'a Wookly. |