He sighed because there was no place for pyramids or snooker
New Zealand Mail, 29 July 1897
THE MAN FROM COLORADO
By J.H.M. Abbott
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That night he took us down at nap, he cleaned us out at euchre,
He sighed because there was no place for pyramids or snooker.
He spoke with force concerning “horse,” of mustang-breaking cow-boys.
He said we couldn’t ride out here—we “sat like pasty dough-boys.”