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Cup Day! What a magnetic attraction those two words carry to the heart to the very soul of the Australian world: to the myriads, the great concourse, of humanity! What happy laughter, what sunshine, what gladness; and, alas! to some, what sorrow, what heart-sobs, what tragedy!
The pioneer settler, thousands of miles away back in the dense forest lands, leaves his axe and his hut; the planter leaves the sugar-cane ungathered; the wool king leaves the woolpress, the fleece and the bales; the wheat-farmer leaves his golden grain abroad in the fields; and, away in the West, the sturdy miner throws down the shovel, the dish and the bucket; and allallhurry away to join the surging throng that is moving in one mighty mass, like so many magnetised atoms, crushing and swaying, as they rush to that luring lodestonethe Melbourne Cup.