GLIMERICKS.
s Still they come; the making of glimericks is losing none of its popularity, and this week's total was well up to the average in volume. A fair number sent in solutions to last week's glimerick; that is not what is asked for. The solution is fairly easy, and the competition is for new verselets in the form we give below. This week's prize winner is Mr. F B Blackwell, of Paparoa, his verse being: A fair milkmaid of . . (r'y station np North) Despite all the men's efforts to (prevent) Left her cows, cream and . (fatty food) Went to town for a . . (hoUday) Got a cook's job and sooo copped a . (guardian of the peace)* Last week's winner read:— A cyclist who lives at New Lynn Went down by the sea for a spin. She rode near the water, But when the tide caught her She fell off the bike and fell in.
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Auckland Star, Volume LVII, Issue 144, 19 June 1926, Page 22
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