FIAT LUX

Bay of Plenty Beacon, Volume 15, Issue 44, 15 May 1950, Page 4

FIAT LUX

Sir,— Time was when Whaka’s lights were three Hurricane lamps along the. Strand The lamp lighter on a windy night Refused to set the town alight To lead the pilgrims home aright Who were neither sober or tight For said he standing on a box Striking useless matches is a paradox Apanui was then a farm. There was no noisesome fire alarm Kopeopeo was a roadless space Where local horsemen were wont to race, McGarvey’s maize shed and Regan’s hall Were hired for dancin, but a ball Was only a fond and wishful dream Minus jazz band and ice cream Juniors were fast asleep by eight Seniors seldom stayed up late Early to bed and early to rise Encouraged private enterprise Unprogressive? not up to date? But not dependent on others brains To relieve monotolistic pains Brought on by a quiet night at home When the chance of a dance or show is gone Dancing and pictures six nights ou l of seven Seems the modern nearest approach to heaven Umpteen lights consuming power Have begotten squeals for one dark hour. Waste not want not, ’ a quaint old saying Meaning waste is self-betraying Economy should begin at home Why chase the shadow and lose the bone? Yours etc., HARRY SERGANT. We are still in the dark. Ed.