LONG TOM FALLS IN STREET; GOES TO POPPY LAND.

Star (Christchurch), Issue 17877, 19 June 1926, Page 1

LONG TOM FALLS IN STREET; GOES TO POPPY LAND.

JACK FROST TRIPS CHINESE HORSE. “Horsie keep your tail up, keep the sun out of my eyes.” Wun Lung, a vegetable gardener, may have chanted these tvords from his seat amongst the cabbages and cauliflowers as he drove his faithful old horse along Armagh Street this morning, but if he did, his incantation did not have much effect. Long Tom, his horse, not only let his tail fall, but he fell with it, and broke a leg. Jack Frost, the grim jester, had tripped I'm. What Wun Lung said is unprintable, no' been use of the forcible nature of the words he used, but because of the

absence of Chinese characters in the printing room. What he said, he said with great emphasis and then communicated with Inspector White of the S.P.C.A. Two hours after his fall on the glassy surface of the road, the old horse was consigned with a sharp crack of the inspector’s revolver to the land above the clouds where mandarin and pauper boy alike wear kimonos of the choicest silk, where Fan-tan is played with golden counters, diamond-studded, where the magic scent of poppies greets the new arrival and all can sit back and smoke the bowl with ne’er a thought of vegetables or “cops.” That’s where Long Tom, Wun Lung’s horse, has gone, for they take Chinese horses there too—that is, the good ones.