A Shropshire Whist Drive

As told by D.M. Davies in the Autumn 1963 edition of ‘The Countryman’

Having been invited to join a whist drive at a village hall in Welsh border country, DMD groped along dark and wet roads to get to this country happening. He was settled at a table among steaming limbs, and served a cup of tea by the local angels of the tea urn. There was some delay as the M.C. hadn’t turned up…it transpired that he had forgotten and gone to bed but he was dragged forcibly from the arms of Morpheus to do his duty with the handbell.

The games began and DMD was faced with the task of translating the not so discreet signs that were given off by the other players. But he was given a reprieve when the fire siren went off. Half of the men jumped up to attend a small blaze that had flared up in Mrs Jones’ oven. Those remaining were treated to not just more tea, but community singing too. Once the fire was extinguished, the whist drive continued. DMD was informed that he had in fact won a prize – what a bit of luck! He was handed a live cockerel, its head sticking out from the sack which had been tied firmly round its neck.

DMD was forced to walk home again along deserted and dark lanes, the cockerel under his arm. Wondering what on earth to do with it, he lit upon the idea of placing it in a neighbour’s hen shed. What a bit of luck for the cockerel!

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