Nineteen hundred and forty-seven
Will bring you one year nearer heaven—
At least that’s where we hope you’ll go
When you depart this vale of woe.
But still, before you are “flagged-in,”
We trust your highest prize you’ll win;
So that, whatever race you run
You’ll feel at heart you have well done.
Vintage or modern, sans all care,
Of Motor Sport may you have share;
For which we send an invocation
That some day they’ll Increase the ration.
And so we wish you, far and near,
A bright and prosperous New Year:
A perfect “dice” just now and then —
What’s that. you say? Oh, yes, “Amen.”
The Printer’s New Year Message to Motor Sport Readers.