|No.||Date||Clue word||Clue type||Clues|
|143||Dec 1974||Jingle for BALTHAZAR, MELCHIOR, CASPAR||A jingle||25|
|First||C. Allen Baker||With gifts weighed down, frost-flecked, adorned,|
And star above, ye wise men three-O,
‘Tis little wonder, sirs, that ye
Might well be termed a Christmas tree-O
|Second||A. J. Holdstock||Merry Christmas, trio sage,|
Azed, too, and welcome ‘page’.
Golden thoughts from a cross-worder,
Incensed be not though rhymes are myrrhder!
|Third||R. Dean||Uranium ore and cobalt hazardous|
From Africa’s parched acres deeply mined;
Accept them, elchi, orient ambassadors –
And may your names forever be enshrined
|VHC||M. J. Balfour||By ruling (to Worthington) ‘—— is allowed,’|
Ref made ——d and drew —— from crowd.
The game may be strange, but each blank you will find
Sounds wholly familiar to three of your kind
|VHC||M. Barnes||‘Mary, Joseph and Jesus’ Caspar swore|
As he banged his head on the stable door.
‘Good thinking, your majesty’, Mary said,
‘I’d almost decided to call him Fred.’
|VHC||T. E. Bell||Be good as gold, be frank – incense|
No man, behave with reason,
So may you earn your recompense,
A ‘Myrrhy Christmas Season’!
|VHC||C. O. Butcher||May your Christmas be merry and bright!|
Though room at the inn is so tight,
The landlord will laugh, we surmise,
When told that there’s more come and wise
|VHC||A. L. Dennis||When you travel never go far|
Planes are hi-jacked, crashes by car,
Corpses counting, murders mounting,
Bombs in the local bar
|VHC||M. A. Elder||The busy traffic must have been a sight|
In crowded Bethlehem that starry night,
And while you knelt within the stable cold
With gifts of myrrh and frankincense and gold
You all got booked; you’ll have to pay a fine –
You’d parked three camels on the yellow line.
|VHC||H. J. Godwin||Q. Why is a star ’eavenly?|
A. Because it leads to no’ell (Noël).
|VHC||D. V. Harry||Oh, Kings of Eastern countries whence|
Came Gold, and Myrrh, and Frankincense,
Grant us means to Honest Toil.
Buddies, can you spare some Oil?
|VHC||S. Holgate||Orient 3, Spurs 1 (won)|
|VHC||C. H. Hudson||You were three chiefs of Middle-East,|
You the three Kings of Orient were –
The modern Sheik’s not in the least
Concerned with frankincense and myrrh.
You journeyed through the winter’s cold
To mark with gifts the angels’ news –
Your counterpart, agog for gold,
Just grabs his oily revenues
|VHC||W. Jackson||Caspar rex et Melchior|
claro iam aenigmatos.
Vos, observatores Stellae,
Stellae nunc Observatoris,
die Salvatoris nostri
|VHC||Lieut-Col D. Macfie||Melchior oxen in the manger|
(Caspardors for some?)
Balthazar better far than braces,
When it comes to parking gum.
– And a Vyrrhy Myrrhy Christmas to all!
|VHC||Mrs S. M. Macpherson||Our warmest Christmas wishes to your Majesties, all three,|
Though you won’t arrive to read this card before Epiphany:
It’s not far now to Bethlehem; it really is a pity
You have to come by camel-train, and not by ‘Inter-City’.
|VHC||D. F. Manley||Brave explorers, that high light|
Expressing Heaven’s eternal might
Primarily reveals the spot
Where Jesus lies – the town is what?
|VHC||S. L. Paton||Twinkle, twinkle, Superstar|
Guiding wise men from afar;
Bet you never guessed He’d be
Man’s excuse for gluttony
|VHC||B. A. Pike||It’s pointless to wish you|
A merry Christmas day:
While we’re all rejoicing
You’re still on your way.
It’s ironic that your majesties,
Bringing your gifts in state,
Will unfailingly, for evermore,
Be twelve days late!
|VHC||C. J. B. Powell||Compare the nova which to you appears,|
To a Persian king who’s fond of German beers;
The first is like a star that on high shines,
The second is a shah that likes his steins
|VHC||A. J. Redstone||On that first Christmas, you’d only one star,|
Princes with gifts for the Babe’s Adoration.
Everyone worships a new god, the car:
Come, bearing oil; ease five-star inflation
|VHC||W. K. M. Slimmings||Blest magi three – two white, one sable,|
Gift-bearers to a holy stable;
Gifts that for infant King are meet,
Gold, olibanum, cicely sweet
|VHC||C. E. Williams||Bringing costly Eastern presents|
All on camels neatly packed
Was much slower than a Jumbo
But at least you weren’t hi-jacked
|VHC||D. C. Williamson||Greetings from a fellow sage! I|
Bear three gifts as well, O Magi!
You can win them (or be praised)
In my Christmas Puzzle, Azed
|VHC||S. E. Woods||You didn’t call solo at the manger,|
He went misère, a little stranger
|anag. of Three Wise Men|
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