Oh, Poor Harold!

NZ Truth, Issue 1194, 18 October 1928, Page 1

Oh, Poor Harold!

for^piiitting : tw6 ; andvtwp^itofeotte^;?ana;| making four, it was demonstrated" that neither McWilliams nor JLitchflold was m Cambridge on that eventful date. " , Crash! Down about Harold's ears tumbled his exclusive arid wonderful achievement. He was the spoof er spoofed. , . Nemesis, ' after years of waiting, had jabbed him one on the point. v Parson, policeman and publican, tinker and tailor, chuckled, and laughed with the joy of a poetic revenge. . -.'.• Those invisible imps of who had led Harold into the bar to meet his long-delayed retribution have danced around him with pointed fingers ever since. . ■ . Possibly they chant: "Oh, Haroldl Oh, Harold!" What his opinion 1 of modest transTasm'an flyers . may be to-day, is - not . known — nor . has he said . whether . he still collects autographs. But to those who ask him when he hopes to meet McWilliams and Litchfield again, he replies-^-so they say:. "Go to . . . !": And he does not mean Hamilton. . ;; Though Harold shakes his fist at the friend of the genuine McWilliams and Litchfield , whenever he sets eyes on him— -the bonny little town of Cambridge—where his victims are numbered by the score— holds its sides, wondering the while if he will how give the game best or break out m a t fresh place. . .'-...