A Melbourne Cup Fantasy

They had “Melbourne Cup fever” in Port Moresby. A clever girl there composed the following “fantasy,” in which she used the name of every Cup starter. She gave Foxzami prominence—but put her modest bet on Comic Court.

CLEMENT, will, you please HURRY UP and go home to SAXONY? And do not PERSIST in singing that SUN LYRIC to me (of which I would like a CARBON COPY) or I shall take it as a

Precedent.

As a matter of fact, I have a date with

A Dashing Beau Named Colin. At

the moment he is up in the_ DELTA re gion, but no doubt he will arrive like the shout out of a ROCKET GUN to-night AFTER DARK. He is a bit of a VAGA BOND, but I know no BETTER LAW student, or authority on DICKENS.

I was once engaged to COUNT CYRANO, of the house of BENVOLO, but unfortunately he died as the result of a duel with LORD REVEL. They placed the STAMEN from a lily on his chest and threw his body into a SNOW STREAM —and thereby hangs a BLUE LEGEND. I didn’t care much, though, because he was a bad PLAYBOY and always BRUIN trouble.

I was really after the KING’S COIN, as I had heard he was worth a KING’S RANSOM —you see, I was AIMING HIGH —but, alas! he left his money to the IRON DUKE. There was a Court case over it, and what a COMIC COURT it was too —certainly not conducted accord ing to HOYLE.

I once saw the King’s horse, FOX ZAMI, practising on the ROYAL TAN, but I think he was doped because he was jumping around in a RED FURY, with SUNFIRE issuing from his nostrils.

But I really like FINN McCOOL best of the lot. I think he is a THRACIAN LAD, and related to ST. RAZZLE —he owns a castle in Scotland called

Glenvue.—N.V.C.