EGGS.

Shannon News, 25 October 1929, Page 3

EGGS.

A shoemaker has beaten the world’s egg-eating record, by consuming 75 eggs in 10$ minutes. Some heroes may seek the sensations of fame By climbing unsealeable alps, By winning a medal, or pleasing a dame, Or risking their fortunes and scalps. What matters the object? Ambition's the thing! Let’s drink tc their triumph in. kegs. Three cheers and a tiger! And now I would sing. The lu3t of adventure and eggs. , A Segrave may rival the speed of the breeze A Lindbergh may conquer the' air; ■ A Byrd may— lay eggs! Oh ; gosh! What a wheeze! But anyway, what do I care! None of them compare for outstanding success With him who consistently begs. Reporters to notice him making a mess Of dozens and dozens of eggs. What’s fame, anyhow? Is it prowess in fight, - Or crystallised effort and dreams? Such ancient endeavours are nothing but “skit?" - 'Compared with that epicure’s schemes ... ! Who backs his digestion. The cables now tell Of valour that never “renegs” When facing a welter of well-loaded shell And puts up a record —in eggs. Lay on, all ye Leghorns and Orpingtons, too, Yes, cackle ye fillers of crates; Iley, crack ’em by dozens! Before you say “boo" Mv mouth, is the maw of the Fates! The yolk may be foreign, the omelette strong, The embryo chickens have legs; Fresh, scrambled, or boiled! What’s the odds if they “pong" When you’ve swallowed a barrel of eggs? —By “One of the Boys.” in ‘ Christchurch Star. ’ ’