Lord Snooker-Snooke
The Sun (Sydney), 3 July 1911
Torturing the Major.
If Mr. Fisher and Senator Pearce follow the heaven-born line of duty that compelled them to cry stinking fish over the boy-soldiers now in London, Major Geo. Wynne, who is in command of the cadets, will never return to this country. It is quite possible indeed that he is already dead, or at least immured in some dingy dungeon discovered in the nether regions of Lord Snooker-Snooke’s ancestral castle—Lord Snooker-Snooke, by way of explanation, being Mr. Fisher’s latest chum in Debrett circies.