The White Feather Author:P. G. Wodehouse "First game!" Allardyce laughed shortly. "Why, we've only got a couple of club matches and the return match with Ripton to end the season. It is about time they got into form, as you say." Clowes stared pensively into the fire. "They struck me," he said, "as the sort of team who'd get into form somewhere in the middle of the cricket season."