THAT THOUSAND QUID.

Star (Christchurch), Issue 17572, 24 June 1925, Page 1

THAT THOUSAND QUID.

BY

SINBAD.

Alas, for all my hopes of gold, for me no lucky day docs dawn, my dreams of affluence are cold, the big art union has been drawn. When first a ticket 1 obtained, I dangled long before my eyes, thc prospect that a hope Fd gained of collaring a leading prize. “Aha," said I. “my fortune's made, a thousand quid would suit me fine, vet if the first be elsewhere paid, the second surely will be mine.” With affluence so close at hand, I with my Jot was well content, and straightway many schemes T planned. of how the money should be spent. To holidays my feeli . soared, to Sydney trips I did aspire, a motor-bike, perhaps a. ford, undoubtedly I would acquire. As sovereign swiftly followed pound, set by for tilings that .1 would get, I totalled, up the lot and found that I’d be fifty quid in debt. Alas, no prize has come my way, my humble bank account to swell, but. thinking matters o’er to-day, perhaps it may be just as- well.