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He went to South Africa dur
ing the Boer war, and liked the
looks of the country so well that
he has since lfved there, becom
ing a mounted police officer soon
after the close of thenar. His
beat is on the veldt, some 6,000
miles abo've the sea level and in
patrolling it he has to remain in
the saddle many hours a day.
McArthur is always in shape.
'As a matter of fact he has no op-,
portunity to get out of condition.
,The impression that he could run
some which he gained while
dodging Boer bullets became self
confidence when he found it no
trick at all to run down fleet
JCaffir thieves when pursuit on
horseback became impossible.
Association football first put
him in the notion of becoming an
amateur runner, a notion which
wasn't sidetracked when he lost
his first race of 100 yards. In
stead of quitting, he changed the
distance to half a m(le, won easily,
and it wasn't very long before he
was trimming all comers at all
In 1908 he defeated Hefferon
in the South African Marathon
trials, but the judges thought that
the result of a fluke and McAr
thur wasn't built for a distance
runner. Hefferon was picked,
and finished second to Hayes.
Had McArthur been picked for
those games, there might have
been a different story to tell.
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'Across the seas we're scattering,
A bunch -of tourists chattering;
Perchance we'll learn a smatter
ing Of many a foreign tongue;
But anyhow we're wandering,
Our Yankee dollars squandering,
iThough soon we will be pondering
How badly we are stung!
.Wherever an ruins are
Or such likej'furrin' doin's" are,
Where ancient inns or new inns
With keepers fat and bland,
We'll climb the mountains dizzily
Or drink the vintage fizzily,
And ever we will busily
Reward the outstretched hands.
A hundred kinds of snobbery,
A thousand kinds of jobbery, .
Ten thousand kinds of robbery
We find on every side,
Till, broke, we cross the foam
For simple life at home again.
And yet next year we'll roam
And find the same old snide!