April 04, 1895, Little Lever, Lancashire
November 10, 1972, Bolton, Lancashire, (aged 77y 220d)
Left hand Bat
Slow Left arm Orthodox
Charlie Hallows, who died on November 10, was renowned in the 1920s in every North country home of cricket. He succeeded to the great Lancashire county tradition of opening batsmen - Hornby and Barlow, MacLaren and Ward, MacLaren and Spooner, then, after the 1914-18 war, Makepeace and Hallows, Hallows and Watson. In the summer of 1928 in consecutive games Hallows and Watson opened a Lancashire innings with scores of 200, 202, 107, 118, and accomplished first-wicket partnerships during this same season twelve times amounting to 100, four of those to 200. Charles Hallows, nephew of James Hallows, a superb all-round player in the MacLaren high noon, first came into the Lancashire XI in 1919, and soon established himself. He was a left-handed batsman who combined great obstinacy with recurrent strokes of rare style, ease, and mastery. His straightdrives were classic. But, in his period, Lancashire batsmen put forward their finest strokes according to the plan of campaign mapped whenever Lancashire won the toss on a good wicket. The plan envisaged 300 runs on the first day, enough, as a rule, to give scope for pushing home to victory by bowlers as top-class as Parkin, McDonald, Richard Tyldesley, Hopwood. Harry Makepeace was the tactical power behind the throne. If the occasion happened to be Lancashire v Yorkshire at Old Trafford - gates closed at 11 am first day - and if Lancashire had won the toss in dry weather, the Makepeace dictate was: `Now, lads, wicket's lovely. No fours before lunch!' In those years a score of 300 in a day was considered tedious. I often `slated' Lancashire, in my reports, for such `slow' play; I often `slated' Hallows if he scored a century in four, or three-and-a-half, hours. I did not know, in the 1920s and 1930s, what was coming to us. Today, Charles Hallows would be my first or second choice, were I a selector, as opening batsman for England. In 1928 he compiled 1000 runs in a single month - May. In his career he scored 55 centuries, two in one match. But only twice was he chosen to play for England in Test matches - at Old Trafford in 1921, when he batted merely to put an end to a draw with Australia; and in 1928, at Lord's against West Indies, when, in first, he scored 26. Hobbs and Sutcliffe barred the front entrance of the England innings for years. Before radio and television blew the bubble of cricketers' reputations, the name of Charles Hallows was a household word in the North. He played in great company - Rhodes, Macaulay, Sutcliffe, Leyland, Makepeace, Ernest Tyldesley, Parkin, Percy Holmes. In a Lancashire v Yorkshire engagement of Hallows' epoch you would see a dozen Test cricketers in action - seven or eight in the same Lancashire XI. Hallows stood erect in the several circumstances of comparison. Also, he could break a partnership by left-arm bowling of graceful rhythm. I think he had the potentiality of a spin bowler. He preferred to go in first for Lancashire, to defend with a quite fascinating, sometimes exasperating, compound of dourness and lithe, effortless power and brilliance of strokeplay.
The Cricketer, January 1973
Charles Hallows, the cricketer who refused to grow old, died suddenly at his Bolton home on November 10 and the fact that he was aged 77 must have surprised all but the older generation of Lancashire cricket followers. They remembered Hallows as a stylish left-hander who in 1928 hit a thousand runs in May--a feat performed by only two other players, Dr. W. G. Grace and W. R. Hammond--and scored more than 20,000 runs for his county between 1914 and 1932 ... yet played only twice in Test matches for England.
A member of the Lancashire side which won the County Championship three years in succession, in 1926-27-28, Hallows was an opening batsman who, with Harry Makepeace, gave their county the kind of starts which Herbert Sutcliffe and Percy Holmes used to provide for Yorkshire and Sutcliffe and Jack Hobbs did for England. Tall, slim and handsome with a head of sleek black hair always perfectly groomed, Hallows spanned two world wars in his cricketing career, and when he retired from the first-class game at the age of 37, he resumed in other circles.
He earned the unique distinction of holding professional posts in leagues in England, Scotland, Ireland, and Wales, and when he finished stroking his way to runs galore in week-end cricket, he qualified as one of the leading coaches in the game. He held appointments as chief coach with Worcestershire for five years and then with Lancashire, ending his career where it began, at Old Trafford. He was 74 when he finally declared his innings over, but any stranger would have argued that he was at least 20 years younger. His figure was still upright one of Old; his weight never varied from the day he first took guard to the last. His hair showed only a faint tinge of grey and the spirit of the man was remarkable.
Yet he was within a month of celebrating his golden wedding when he returned from the local library, sat in front of the fire and passed away complaining only that he was a little short of breath.
Hallows hit 55 centuries, 52 of them for Lancashire, and every one of them was a classic example of batsmanship at its best. His highest innings was 233 not out against Lancashire at Liverpool in 1927 when, with an aggregate of 2,343 runs, he averaged 75.58. Twice, at Ashby-de-la-Zouch against Leicestershire in 1924 and off the Warwickshire bowling at Edgbaston in 1928--in which season he reached three figures on eleven occasions--he scored two centuries in a match. I recall him hitting a Nottinghamshire fast bowler over mid-on for six at Old Trafford. The ball dropped on to the platform at Warwick Road Station; and the shot was made with effortless ease.
In the field he was a fast mover and a superb thrower and one of the stars of a team that included Parkin, Dick Tyldesley, McDonald and Ernest Tyldesley. His pairing with Makepeace at the opening of any Lancashire innings provided the perfect blend of defence from the dour Makepeace and attack from the stylish Hallows when the ball was new and the bowlers fresh.
When last I saw Hallows he was as enthusiastic as ever about cricket and the way Lancashire were playing it. His death leaves only Len Hopwood, Frank Watson and Eddie Paynter to sustain the legend of Lancashire at their mightiest best in the glorious days of the 1920's and I can pay no greater tribute to the delightful player than to say that Charlie Hallows--some called him Charles--was the youngest old cricketer of my time!
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