Members of Shanghai's little-known but enthusiastic Archery Club have been hibernating—so to speak—during the winter months so far as their favourite sport is concerned.
But the coming spring days will see them in action with their 60- pound bows—at least, that's the way they put it. The spacious grounds of the residences of Sir Frederick Maze, Sir Victor Sassoon and Mrs.
Eliza Hardoon are their archery courts, where a score or more enthusiasts revive memories of Robin Hood, Crecy and Agincourt.
Incidentally, in addition to possessing a strong arm and a keen eye, you must be steeped in the historic lore of archery before you really enjoy. it. And Shanghai's archers really quality in this respect.
Which reminds us of someone who felt playful when he was reading Longfellow. This was the result:
I shot an arrow into the air It fell to earth, I know not where. Then I went and shot another, And d—it all, I shot my brother.'
Text read from the printed page and cleaned; old type leaves the occasional error.