Hone From Foxton

Horowhenua Chronicle, 12 August 1915, Page 3

Hone From Foxton

HIS VIBWS AND IDJfiAB.

Hone, the Maori philosopher, Is again in print. From tho hoxton Herald we republish an extract of his latest on the Coalition Government; also the war;—

Werra, I pleased Wiri Massey and Joey "Ward and Jimmy Carroll all goin' to paddle to waka (canoe) te same way. ivapai tat way. What te bally good te member Parlment kick up te row in te waka He newer get up te stream tat way. Te Kawnna (Governor) he te Kaikohou rongu: (peacemaker), an lie sing te waiata (song), an now all te member Parlment keep time wit te paddle kotahitanga (as one man), an te waka go forward, an all te tribe on te bank worry pleased. E'woryhody happy now, 1 tink! To Maori in te cle time always stop te row in his own pa fel'ore he fight te udder tribe. 1 tink te Gowerment fix up te war tax tis time alright, i'y kripe, te big bug he got to pay tis time, ins't it? i see j to German take Warsaw, isn't it? Tat no good, anyhow! He newed get te Kuss. What te good te whare il you lookin for te man? What Hone tell you i'ofore about to war jes te same now. To shark (Germany) gettin werry tired ,and te more te Kuss pull him in his country to worse for him to turn to head when Trench and Goffer twist te tail. I see some my people have a scrap in to Tartanelles. He git te biood up now. J3ut te Maori wahine no like te young Maori warrier go away form JS'oo Zealand. She make a taugL .vhen she hear some Maori get wound, ►she no like to rotten way te German fight—no good to trow te stink to kill te man. Tat not te good hght. 1 giwa you te piece poetry—" and Hone then read the following :—

We talk about te pakeha an how te war he play, it werry neary look like rain, no good we work to-day; No good to prow—l tell you what, we hav tie horridayl Te pakeha he not too bad to make to terra go;

1 peen down to te Punnient an hear te korero. Pill Massey tell em all te nowsh, I hear what Wiri say; I tink ten luirrion pakeha tey bhoutin "pip poo ray!" Te pakeha h enot too bad to make to bally fight— Py kripe! te Maori, he to one to make em sit up tight; He tance te haka for to war—he shout like oweryting— To White Man's haka pally rot—he sing "God Save te King!" My brutter Tare, he te one—no fly on him you know— Au 'spose he tell bis tribe to come, tey get to gun an go! J.n if te Kaiser fee te dance—te naka, 1 been say— J bet te bally Cherinan clear like , and run away I Now spose te white man catch te proke au newwa kill—l'm dead, An if he got no shark an spud, an if he got no bed, He give em prenty praukets an he give em prenty kai. An he werry kin' tat Cherinan, an he newer let am die. My pey he read me all ter nowsh— you know, he peen to school. An tat te way I terra you, te white man bally fool. Te Maori make te proper fire, an ten he make te stooj He kill te Cherman—tead, an ten he eat te beggar, too!