GENTLEMEN OF THE DRAG.

Horowhenua Chronicle, 13 June 1936, Page 2

GENTLEMEN OF THE DRAG.

(By "Broken Down”). “I come from Pakaranga” said Glendowio with a wheeze, 1 won the Northern Steeples, and 1 won it lads with ease.” “The northern hill?” said Frizzier, and lie flicked a flea-bit ear, t won the point-to-point, my lads, clown at Levin one year.” “The point-to-point,” said Swift Ray and he tried to hide a sneer—- “ That’s nothing much to skite about, why 1 won two last year. ’ ’ Old Trojan, in His collar’ll hames, said, “That reminds me how, To run me in the point-to-point, they took mo from the plough.” Old Toprail stood here hollow-backed, his eyes half-filled with tears, “Old Joe and I together, boys, have lived a hundred years.’ And there stood good old Akbar, who was not to bo outdone — “I won a high-pump once,” said he, “just over flve-feet one.” Ridiculous smiled and switched his tail and winked a scornful eye, “The fence around my paddock, boys, is nearly ten-feet high.” Up strolled the cob straight from the sale, with muddy legs and hairy, ‘ 1 The chap who follows hounds on me comes right from Tipperary.” 1 hen Brown Joe said, “I jump my spars as any hunter ’oughtcr. ” “But when I go to Tom O’Rourke’s I dodge the blinkin’ water.” Magill said, “I go quietly and I do not often pull "Did I ever tell you fellows how I stayed in with the bull?” "Who is tins'! coming down the road? A friend? or just a stranger? Come hop it, nags, we’ll have to go I think it is The Ranger,”