Arthur Jewell - After The First World War

After The First World War

In 1919 Jewell finally played first-class cricket again, when he opened the batting for Worcestershire against HK Foster's XI at Hereford, making 3 and 46; two days later he scored 19 and 0 for Foster's side in a friendly game against the Australian Imperial Forces. Against Somerset five days later still, he kept wicket for the first time, in place of Ernest Bale. In August of that year Jewell made the first (and highest) of his three centuries, hitting 128 for Worcestershire in another match against Foster's team.

1920 saw Jewell score another two hundreds, and enjoy his most successful summer behind the stumps with 21 victims, 13 of them caught and eight stumped. The Worcestershire side that year was captained by Arthur's brother Maurice. That season Arthur was also chosen for a Gentlemen v Players game at The Oval, in which he opened the batting for the Gentlemen as well as keeping wicket; he made 3 and 0 and held a single catch (to dismiss Patsy Hendren) in an innings defeat. For Worcestershire he played on until the end of the season, his final appearance coming in late August against Lancashire and his last dismissal, in that match, being that of Lancashire captain and former England Test player Jack Sharp.

Jewell played no more first-class cricket, and he died aged only 34 after a long illness.

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