RANDOM REMARKS.

King Country Chronicle, Volume III, Issue 142, 25 March 1909, Page 5

RANDOM REMARKS.

• There arc two things which a wise man will never do buy an old horse and eat sausage?. To the superficial observer it would seem that these two bave no connection. Tbey have tbe i closest Tbey are so dovetailed into each other that they are inseparable. If we eliminate the old horse then there are no sausages, and if we ignof the sausages then it is plain that the botcher could get no horses —it is a painful fact. Many of the greatest and most momentous truths are painfull. Tbe idea of wisdom eating sausages is as incompatible as road board* having sense, and the idea of shrewdness and old horses is as ridiculou-4 as one railway league loving another railway league. Of course I don't refer to any particular league. If in the King Country any party hates any other party, then as the cap fits, why. they must wear it. 1 devoutly wish that it does not fit. All men should live at peace- 1 know it is very hard, very hard. Tbe Maoris are more long suffering than we are for when certain people from Te Kuiti make a raid on the Hanagtiki peaches the Natives only smile and say, "They are too green for us to eat." I don't for a moment even wish to insinuate that stealing peaches from Maoris Is wicked. Why, don't -»ome of the swells of Te Kuiti do it. Oh! go thy way. I wonder if there is a great crack in the roof of one of the Te Kuitt churches? If there is not then it is plain that' these smart customers don't go to church. If any one would nvoid danger, then let him refuse to go to church with the man who took two sacks of green peaches •from' the Maoris. The roof would fall. But I wander from sausage. Sausages are peculiar things and old horses are useless creatures, but as I said before tbey are closely allied. An old horse is a large sausage covered with a clean skin, and a suasage is a small horse covered with a dirty skin. The quality of a sausage is always questionable. In this they arc like some of the songs at a recent Otorohanga concert. I have nothing against the concert as a whole; but I must say that some of the songs really were in this respect, like sausages. They were something like an old horse too, for they made a great splash and then died. Old horse * always do die. There is no doubt about it. 1 have seen dozens. Why people ever buy them beats me. A really wise man wouldn't But all men arc not wise. If they were few would read tbis and few would buy old horses. It would be much better if none bought old horses, then there would be no horses and no sausages. This is a deep subject. It is evidently too profound for Sir J. G. Ward, as he has never even mentioned it. In fact it would seem that be has purposely avoided it, for in bis longest speeches, dealing with transit and food, he has entirely neglected it. You won't catch Sir J. G. Ward buying old horses or eating sausages. Let us follow his example and be wise.