| "But we do not judge a cricketer so much by the | | | | was astonishing; but the soul of the game was |
| runs he gets as by the way he gets them". In | | | | wanting in him. There was no sunshine in his play, no |
| literature as in finance, says Washington Irving, -- | | | | swift surprise or splendid unselfishness. And without |
| "much paper and much poverty may co-exist". And in | | | | these things, without gaiety, daring and the spirit of |
| cricket, too, many runs and much dullness may be | | | | sacrifice cricket is a dead thing. Now, the Jam Sahib |
| associated. | | | | has the root of the matter in him. His play is as |
| If cricket is menaced with creeping paralysis, it is | | | | sonny as his face. He is not a miser hoarding up runs, |
| because it is losing the spirit of joyous adventure and | | | | but a millionaire spending them, with a splendid yet |
| becoming a mere instrument for compiling tables of | | | | judicious prodigality. It is as though his pockets are |
| averages. There are dull, mechanical fellows who turn | | | | bursting with runs that he wants to shower with his |
| out runs with as little emotion as a machine turns out | | | | blessing upon the expectant multitude. |
| pins. There is no color, no enthusiasm, and no | | | | It is not difficult to believe that in his little kingdom of |
| character in their play. Cricket is not an adventure to | | | | Nawanagar where he has the power of life and |
| them, it is a business. | | | | death in his hands, he is extremely popular, for it is |
| It was so with Shrewsbury. His technical perfection | | | | obvious that his pleasure is in giving pleasure. |