THE HORSE AND THE BOTTLE.

Auckland Star, Volume LXIII, Issue 137, 11 June 1932, Page 2 (Supplement)

THE HORSE AND THE BOTTLE.

Copey, the seven-year-old bay gelding which won tho Great Northern Steeplechase (about three miles and threequarters), on Saturday last at lOllerslic, has practically nothing but a large bottle of stout each morning for breakfast. Bring of boor a brimming bunker (Tlirce x preferably—not weaker) Ifor ulil Nugget, hitched and ready fl:is liis daily task to do. Ancient: ale 111 foaming HuKon, For I lie draught horse. Iu liis wagon, Wntcli the truce chains growing tighter Aided by tlie blessed Ijrew! Creaming frotli in ale well known is Kor tlie strength it gives to iiouics, Tolo eliiikkers often won are By (lie iii.l of ale. Pewter, schooner, bundle, tumbler, Even hard-baked mtijr, though humbler, Poured down glossy necks, were never, Never, never known to fail. Callous, quarts, yea pints and nobblers, Snifters, spots and sherry cobblers, Hoprsbeads, kegs and portly puncheons, Uow the KPO-uofS love them all! Slont for veldiu;.'. coll or (illy, Makes i>acb wallop willy-nilly, I'orfcr for the stately Shire horse, Every half-hour In his stall.

Jumpers trained on rum of brandy Kind tbelr vision somewhat bandy, Seeing double is no trouble To a horse like. Peter's Paul. Saw three hurdles grouped together, Kneed towards (hem lioll for leather, Sayiiijr. "Dear me! To make certain 1 bad bolter jump them all." If you keep a topholo stable, Furnish it if you are able Willi the things a neddy's needing If be wants to win a race Dainty demijohns, a rigger, Si|iiarcfaees. a lit lie bigger, Yals and other training treasures, Every one should have its place. Circulate the red wine rosy In each liiosebox, snug anil cosy, Coi-ktall bars for colls and fillies, C'linninagnc for tlie dams mill sires. Magnums magnify their paces At the I'ukekakfi races, What arc oats to pqulne triers When its spots the prafl requires? Frontlgnac for frisky tillies (Colts drink hock, tlie little sillies!) Port for portly lorry horses. Children's ponies—lemonade. Ilunters and the colonel's charger Need a handle —only larger, But the p'leecenian's mount's teetotal, Drinking water I'm afraid. —C.J.