CREED OF THE SOIL.

Hauraki Plains Gazette, Volume XXXIII, Issue 4417, 22 May 1922, Page 4

CREED OF THE SOIL.

v A SANER FAITH. THAN BOLSHEVIKI TWADDLE. ; f (From the ‘’Bulletin.”) Towards the end of this year the spectacle will be observed of “workshy” workers endeavouring to persuade ‘Jhe voters of to’ return them to Parliament. The ex- , perience of other States where Lab- I our has held the reins is anything j but encouraging. This Dominion does I not want a repetition of Queensland j or of New Sputh| Wales, where Labour i leaders rode rough-shod over the j wishes of the people f>pr so long. The I arrogance of even the Dominion Lab- | our leaders is sufficient indication of j what the country must expect if the-k Labour Party got into power in this j land. The following illuminating ex- | tract from the “Bulletin.” shows how j mnhc hope the teachings of- Karl | Marx have of being absorbed in one ! part of South Australia at least: I Lenin reigns at Moscow, and there 1 are fools and ruffians in Australia I who dream of imposing his Oriental socialism on a free people by force of arms. Here, at Norton’s Summit, in the heart of the hills outside Adelaide,, no such crazy beliefs obtain. Propinquity to the soil has established a raner faith, the faith that as a man sows so shall he reap.' Success, as understood at Norton’s, Summit, de- - pends not upon the ravings of some boastful, work-shy waster, whose

' ocean of words waters not a single j i carrot, but upon the labour of one’s •hands between sun-up and sundown. : In our small-community five generations have toiled with hoe and spade '■ and pick. Meretricious picture shows cannot thrive here—we know too well ; that it takes a dozen of bunch-stuff to ’go in. That is wihat living near-to Mother Earth teaches you. One must turn so many spits of earth to earn a loaf of bread. Long rows of trees to prong hoe are measured against, the worth of a pair ofl boots. This eart|h'-creed may be primitive, but it ,is manly and independent. I Have I kept the local, store for four years and j haven’t one bad debt. Nor have I 1 ever known a deputation to go begj ging to the Government or the local I authority for a dole. Sadly it must I be confessed that we are not for She | Revolution. We think little of Karl . j Marx and a lot of the stubborn soil lon our steep hillsides. ißut mark lathis, Mr Bolshie, we are going to last. ["And elsewhere, I trust, in good old j Australia, there 'are other little com- : munities of peasant proprietors like ours who will- be toiling, arid, if 1 necessary, fighting for; the Commonwealth when , .the hew and truculent race of wharf-fords, searlords, and coal-Jords havo. vanished;, with their imported from' the face of the earth,. '