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Show WHEN THEY PLAYED CROQUET Writer Tells About the Game That Fascinated Fas-cinated the Young People of His Generation. In this age I fear everybody has nearly forgolten about the dear old-fashioned old-fashioned game of croquet. I remember remem-ber the time back home when it was the thing, says a writer in the Jacksonville Jack-sonville (Fla.) Times-Union. Why, we used to gather over at Cheatham's hotel on a fine afternoon round at the shady side, and we village vil-lage lads and lassies were in our glory. Knock went the mallet against the hall, and we waited breathless for the ball to roll through the wicket. Ah, such moments the excitement was intense. Every eye was fixed upon the result of the stroke and we thought the whole world was luterested. By crhkety, we were some pumpkins, I tell you, at the old game. We didn't know anything about your modern baseball games, nor football games, nor polo, nor hockey, nor golf, nor motor-boat racing, nor motor-car racing, rac-ing, nor horse racing. No, we didn't care anything about knowing, 1 bet you. As long as Susie Green was uiy partner and we beat the other side, we didn't care whether school kept or not. All we knew was that the game was exciting to us, and the birds sang for sheer joy In the magnolias and the roses nodded from the old front porch. The long, long days of youth were ours and no business cares infested our world o' dreams. The old croquet game! It would seem pretty tame to you of this fast age and you would chuckle and make fun of our enthusiasm, but we were happy, for we didn't know uny better. |