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IT MAKES ME SMILE.

BY SINEAD. I must admit it makes me smile, that yarn about the crocodile, beside it Jonah and the whale grow insignificant and pale, and I will say it even beats De Rougement's turtle riding feats. From Spain the story has been told, about a Barcelonan bold, a dashing lad is Captain Wall, and crocodiles obey his call. A saurian he keeps as pet, and recently he made a bet, that he across the sea could tack, upon its broad and scaly back. And neither did he disappoint— Majorca was his starting point—he had a float on which to hold, and with his steed, by reins controlled, he sailed to Spain by reptile power, at thirteen miles or so an hour. Oh here’s a health to Captain Wall, before his tales all others pall, the liars of a bygone day,, defeated now may fade away. Say you, “I'm cynical,” say you, “The captain’s story may be true”? Well, if a man did try the ride, he’d do the journey—but inside.

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Star (Christchurch), Issue 17745, 15 January 1926, Page 1

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IT MAKES ME SMILE. Star (Christchurch), Issue 17745, 15 January 1926, Page 1

IT MAKES ME SMILE. Star (Christchurch), Issue 17745, 15 January 1926, Page 1