Thoughts For The Times
The Hood Old Days. When were the good old days.- Ah, tell me when! Pen hame w hen cavemen led the simple life Aad none paid cruel rates upon his den. Nor taxes spelled the aftermath of strife. When each man fought and fended for his own. N'or sighed tor luxuries that woio unknown Were they the days of Arthur and his knights. When chivalry was England's life and breath ? Or those of shining literary lights. The spacious days of great Elizabeth. When hards and playwrights were as thick as peas. And I Hike and his companions ruled • tlq« seas?
Were they the plays when Mr Pickwick lieamed, Fulfilled with cold milk punch upon his kind, When brimming bumpers of hot today steamed, 1 ' And even the old gentleman got blind ? Nay, how shall we appraise those distant days That Dickens mellowed in a sunlit haze ? What of my own young days? T know a test By which alone the answer is made plain. The days which we may truly call the best Are those which we would wish to live again. Could we go hack a thousand years or one, How many would accept the offer “ None I TOrCIISTONK in the Daily Mail.
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Hokitika Guardian, 15 October 1921, Page 2
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