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Gisborne Times, Volume XXII, Issue 1718, 7 April 1906, Page 4

New Zealand learned of Arnst’s winning of the Sydney Thousand at breakfast, and, scoffing its prime chop in the shortest possible time, tore down to the telegraph office to cable congratulations to the big fellow in Sydnoj. He has been swamped with cablegrams from people of whom he never heard, and when he takes back the £750 they will all want to shake hands with him. A man who makes money at the rate of £750 a night, even if it is only one night in the year, is a man worth being on intimate terms with. Just now the New Zealander dominates everything. His blessed Stead came over and cleaned out the bookmakers ; his footballers have broken the world’s record in the way of a successful tour ; he is borrowing faster than anyone else in Australasia ; and now Dick Arnst has scooped our biggest cycling prize. In fact, tho earth is, just now, the New Zealander’s. Bar one thing—he can’t play cricket worth a cuss.—Bulletin.