It was a mere handful of spectators that attended in the drenching rain of Saturday the match on the Norbiton Sports Ground between the Old Kingstonians and West Norwood. The number, however, was not very much smaller than the previous match held in fine weather. As a matter of fact, interest in the games, which in ordinary times would have attracted crowds of a thousand or more, had beeen diminishing ever since the outbreak of war, with the exception of a slight revival for a cup tie, and the committee had been driven to the conclusion that the club could not carry on any further this season.

Prior to the game on Saturday, therefore, a notice was posted up to the entrance to the effect that "owing to the poor financial support given to the club," the committee regretted that they would be compelled to abandon all matches in connection with the Old Kingstonians F.C. for the remainder of the season.

The play witnessed on Saturday was under the auspices of the Metropolitan League, a league of seven clubs formed but a month or two ago for but one season only. No trophies or medals were offered, the sole object to provide the clubs with games in competition for points, the leagues with which they had previously been connected having suspended operations for the period of the war.

Saturday's was no more than the second appearance of the O.K.'s in the new league, and the fact that it was also their last makes their career in it probably a record for brevity. As they played with an incomplete team, and lost the match by four goals to one, and the general conditions were anything but cheerful, it was quite an inglorious wind-up of the club's season. Truly the decision of the committee is a wise one.

The appearanee of the famous Bombardier Wells in the West Norwood team, and his score of a goal, were among the few interesting features of the game.
The general depression was relieved by an amusing incident which arose out of the fact that one side of the field was left without a linesman. It was the far side where there was not a single spectator to be seen. Suddenly, however, there appeared a little nipper, one of those who never enter by the gate, but have some mysterious "way in" of their own.

He arrived just as the ball reached the line, and it appeared to be in dispute whether the ball had actually gone over or not. The lad at once assumed the position of touch-judge, and, in a tone of authority that could be heard over in the grandstand, shouted, "Outside." That settled the matter.