Lines to the Editor.

Kawhia Settler and Raglan Advertiser, Volume IV, Issue 368, 3 July 1908, Page 2

Lines to the Editor.

CLASS 26 Al AT KAWHIA. Sir Joseph Ward to Kawhia came, The Council played a leery game, And they a little plan did fix— A good aqiuure feed for Twenty six I The Chairman eaid. “ I have the power To spend some coin on thia glad hour.” Hie eye he winks, hie tongue he clicks, A “ beano ” grand for Twenty-six! He plied hie pen and grave he looked, A list of names he slowly booked, Not wiuh the low-born churls to mix, Bat a blae-blood crowd of Twonty-eix! When he had done he read them out, The Council gave one joyous shout, They cried “ Whac oh I a feed for nix For the high-toned crowd of Tweuty-sixl” They came thcee feastern bold and bland, The creamiest cream of our fair land, With “ mous.” stuck out with cosmetics, This gorgeous gang of Twenty-six ! The “ submerged tenth ” they hung around, Not lit to tread on sacred ground, They tried all sorts of funny tricks To mingle.with the Twenty six ! But two stalwe-t" cops.” did guard;the dour In case thoy’d.burst it in with picks, To get a view of Sir Joseph’s phiz. Aud the “ Ikey ” shirts of the Twenty-six! The oldest settlers were there, Some bent with age leant ou their.sticks, But they banged the door on the pioneers Not •• class enough ” for tbe Twelfey-six ! Now, when Sir Joe had left the wharf. The people started heaving bricks, The Council to their chambers sneaked And toasted high the Twenty-six '. Now ratepayers, thh happened In the merry month of June, The Council did the dancing, VS e had to play the tune. The “ brara ” comes from our pockets And it in my gizzard sticks To pay for so much " swanky ” For that aristocratic Twenty-s x ! So if you stand it this time

They will do it yet again, And feast on goose and turkey, Dry gin and good champagne, Whilst you plough through your muddy roads It all cieation licks, To think of your money wasted On that mob of Twenty-six I But when the next election comes Just let your brain box think Of all your nites just gobbled up In “ scran ” and fiery drinks. As the Couuoil'gave tha “ beano,” Just take them by ihe breeks,” And hoist them from their perches For the ” job ” of Twenty-six ! —Boiled Mutton Bill.

SIR JOSEPH WARD'S VISIT.

Oh, Sir Joseph he has paid his long-pro-mised visit here, Bub he wae in such a hurry to leave the back blocks droar That he only gave us two hours in the middle of the night Then by the old Waitangi to Poneke he took flight, ’ I'is hoped he won’t forget his trip from Oparau to here, The tide was out, the boys did shout aud for Sir Joseph cheer; Walter’s launch, the Naumai, stuck in Opavan’s clay, Sir Joseph sat there freezing, for wintry was the day. ’Tis hoped this lesson he has learnei, that we have no other road From Oparau to Kawhia o n which to pull a loadWo cnly have the channel, deep when the tide is high, Bat when the tide is out you know, ths blessed thing is dry. We promised him our confide neo on next election day, But we must get our bridges and road, the only way From Oparau to Kawhia, or else we’ll want a shift, A Premier is good only when he does not lot things drift. If he don't make a road aud bridge and a railway right here, He can’t expect our confidence to lait throughout the year. —Otauq’s Bobby Buuns,