Is it “Playing the Game?”

Is it—to use their own jargon—“playing the game?”

And the queer thing is this over-worked world, that stints itself to keep them in idleness, approves of the answer.  “The flannelled fool,” “The muddied oaf,” is the pet of the people; their hero, their ideal.

But maybe all this is mere jealousy.  Myself, I have never been clever at knocking balls about.