A KINGDOM FOR A HORSE

Press, Volume LXXVI, Issue 23089, 3 August 1940, Page 9

A KINGDOM FOR A HORSE

(BPWULLY WBITMS JOB TBS P8E13.) IBy WHXM-WHAM.J . Signor Mussolini . . . showed newspaper correspondents how he is keeping fit. Riding in a ring , „ be cleanly jumped 19 hurdles . . . “Am I sick? jlm I tired?” he asked. Then he smiled and galloped away.—Cable message from Rome. G Duce, Duce,. how are you keeping? Everyone wants to know; How is the Bold Benito sleeping? How does he face the Foe? Bas ta ' Am I a Dotard creeping? Saddle my Horse, I say! Viva! Over the Hurdles leaping— Jie smiled arid galloped away. 0 Duce, can it be true you are tiring, Losing the Caesar Touch? Growing portly, perhaps perspiring, Pinned in the Nazi Clutch? Duce, what is the Reich requiring? What do we have to pay? What do we get when the Guns stop firing? He smiled and galloped away. 0 Duce, Duce, where are you riding, Round and round in a Ring? How many Cards is the Fuehrer hiding, Aces to beat your King? Rome on her Seven Hills abiding Fearfully scans the Play: Gan Sawdust Caesar be slipping, sliding? ' He smiled and galloped away.

O Duce, Lord of the Latin Races, Murder is coming Home; Addis Ababa’s hunted Faces Swarm in the Streets of Rome: Bombs sound bravely in distant Places, Wings are a fine Display; But Circumstances can alter Cases — He smiled and galloped away. O Duce, see, we are paler, thinner, Dancing to Hitler’s Tune! And he who sits with the Devil at Dinner Has Need of a long, long Spoon. Duce! You are our Fancy in a Critical Race to-day; Pick us the Axis Hurdles Winner! He smiled and galloped away.