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Mr Dickson McCunn laid down the newspaper, took his spectacles from
his nose, and polished them with a blue-and-white spotted handkerchief.
"It will be a great match," he observed to his wife. "I wish I was there
to see. These Kangaroos must be a fearsome lot." Then he smiled reflect-
ively. "Our laddies are not turning out so bad, Mamma. Here's Jaikie,
and him not yet twenty, and he has his name blazing in the papers as if
he was a Cabinet Minister."
Mrs McCunn, a placid lady of a comfortable figure, knitted steadily.
She did not share her husband's enthusiasms.
"I know fine," she said, "that Jaikie will be coming back with a band-
aged head and his arm in a sling. Rugby in my opinion is not a game for
Christians. It's fair savagery."
"Hoots, toots! It's a grand ploy for young folk. You must pay a price
for fame, you know. Besides, Jaikie hasn't got hurt this long time back.
He's learning caution as he grows older, or maybe he's getting better at
the job. You mind when he was at the school we used to have the doctor
to him every second Saturday nightÉ . He was always a terrible bold
laddie, and when he was getting dangerous his eyes used to run with
tears. He's quit of that habit now, but they tell me that when he's real ex-
cited he turns as white as paper. Well, well! we've all got our queer
ways. Here's a biography of him and the other players. What's this it
Mr McCunn resumed his spectacles.
"Here it is. 'J. Galt, born in Glasgow. Educated at the Western
Academy and St Mark's College, Cambridge É played last year against
Oxford in the victorious Cambridge fifteen, when he scored three triesÉ
. This is his first International É equally distinguished in defence and at-
tackÉ . Perhaps the most unpredictable of wing three-quarters now
playingÉ .' Oh, and here's another bit in 'Gossip about the Teams.'" He
removed his spectacles and laughed heartily. "That's good. It calls him a