Of the crop of anecdotes that gathered round the Jam
Sahib's personality none can, by the nature of things, be very new. Two are perhaps worth recalling. One of them—the second—was in fact new to me. The other, which bears on its face all the marks of artificial manufacture, dates back to the day when Ranji was awarded his Blue. He immediately telegraphed the good news to his father in India, whose reply cable ran " Heartiest congratulations. Have at once had seventeen slaves sacrificed." The other story is of a devotee of cricket who was visiting Leeds (I think it is Leeds) when he noticed an equestrian statue and asked whose it was. " That," he was told, " is the Black Prince." "Oh," he said, " Ranji. Why isn't there one to Lord 'Awke ? " • • *