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Horowhenua Chronicle, 23 May 1914, Page 2

was so into and then there anger guest, a man of grace. "I've watched scrapping far and near, to j-our foes to rout, and now," he said, "I'd like to hear what all the row's about.'' I hemmed and stammered for a spell about our local war; to save my neck I couldn't tell what we'd been scrapping for. "Fve asked and asked/' the stranger said, as he prepared to go, "why t*his poor burg is painted red, and no one seems to know." Then I obtained a flag of truce, and sought my warmest foe; full often 1 had cooked his goose, and he had laid me low. "I welcome peace," said he, "by heck, so let the White Dove whiz!" And tnen he wept upon my neck, and 1 shed tears on his. We thus might squelch most village rows, and shake our load of care; but we keep wrangling till the cows come home, their fails in air.