Evening bulletin. [volume] (Honolulu [Oahu, Hawaii]) 1895-1912, 1902-06-18

Algy seymour, champion plng-pOng
player of the Mayfair Club. and Sylvia
Marchmont, pretty and audacious CO
Quette, with whom he is in love. meet
at an afternoon lat home" given by
Aygy's mother, in Pont street. From
the balcony where they are seated a
constantly recurring noise. and animal.
ed voices, raised in triumph or expos.
tulation, are heard in the room below.
Sylvia Canning herself lazily)-What
is that horrid noise?
Algy-What, don't you know ping
pong?
Sylvia-Good gracious. yes! But |
thought It was an after-dinner game.
Algy-After dinner? You don't know
much about it, suspect. | have play.
ed it before breakfast--for practice.
Sylvia-What energy! Kipling will
be Obliged to hhd an opprobrious name
for you in his next poem.
Algy-Oh. Kipling! who cares for
him? Have you seen me play, Miss
Marchmont?
Sylyia-No; the only people | have
seen are the Beresfords. and they are
still learning. Poor Mr.. Beresford. He
is go and stout, and he is always crawl
ing about on his hands and knees look.
ing for lost balls.
Algy-Poor old Berry. He doesn't
look fetching on his knees, does he?
Sylvia-lt seems to me that the ma
jority OF ping-pongers spend half their
time on the floor. DO you crawl?
Algy-No; | am passed that stage!
By-the-way, have you heard that ping
pong is called the honeymoon game?
All newly married couples carry set
with them now when they 90 OFF. Rip
pin fun. isn't it?
Sylvia-But the box with the racquets
and things will give them away at the
railway station. just as the rice used
TO do on their clothes. But wnat re-
lief II must be to have something to en-
liven the dull solitude a deux! ! must
make q note OF that and set about
learning to play the game at once. DO
you know teacher?
Algy-The best in England!
Sylvia-How nice! Is he expensive?
Algy-He will teach Miss Sylvia
Marchmont for love.
Sylyia-How sweet of him, and how
economical! l think ! know him.
When shall we begin?
Algy-Why not tomorrow morning?
Sylvia-Then 1t is you. How good OF
you! And now. when you hear that /
have started on my honeymoon you
will know that he and will be able to
amuse ourselves with ping-pong-you
might give me a set for a wedding
present.
Algy (sarcastically)--It would be a
delicate attention. suppose you arc
thirsting for tomorrow in order to be-
gin?
Sylvia am counting the hours.
hope he-the happy bridegroom-will
not hope you will pick up my balls for
me; they will be all over the place.
Algy-There is a page somewhere
about. I'll charter him. hope he-the
happy bridegroom-will not be too
stout to crawl about the floor for you
during the honeymoon.
Sylvia (archly)-You forget that the
bride will be your pupil. sir, and an ex-
pert player! There will be no balls on
the floor.
Next morning in the dining room at
Pont street.
Algy lin flannels, admiringly)-You
might have been ping ponging all your
life; your get-up is so workmanlike.
VIII you let me choose your racquet
for you? But ! see you have CHANGED
upon the very best OF the lot. Now,
then, the first thing to be done is to
give you an object lesson and then an
explanation of each stroke in turn.
Then you must try to initiate me as
well as you can.
Sylvia-Isn't there a stroke called
screw? Let us begin with that.
Algy-All right but let me tell you
that very few beginners can master it.
You have to make the ball curve in
mid-air and break at an angle-see-
(Algy does the stroke perfectly three