HONE ON THE WAR.

Manawatu Herald, Volume XXXVII, Issue 1421, 8 July 1915, Page 3

HONE ON THE WAR.

“Tena koe, Mr Edita !” “Teua koe, Hone ; where have you been Ibis long time ?”

“Ob, I been work all te time te war on. You remember te time I tell yon must go to work to get te kai? Py kore, I link te storekeeper be do alright. Mita Rimraer he got te raota pyke ; Woot roff be got te new scale to give te Maori te good weight; Mita Kelly get te new orpice ; Mita Kapiti te new teeth ; Poukama he tell me he got te new pepe ; te baker, well he get the moto ka to send te bread out before he get too hard, isn’t it ? Mita Barr, he te funny pfaellow. Py korry. when I see him pefore, he got te ‘mo’ on. now he sell plenty shirt and dungaree, he got no time let te weed grow under te nose. He cut it off. Make me larp every time I spoken to bin- TT e tell me can't sing te noo :l.„ with te whisker on. He do alright. Mita Stile, py kiipe, I link he te worry clever man. He buy te farm and milk te cow. He not te proud man. One day he serve me in te shop ; he got te good clothes on, te new tie, (e werry nice hair. Next lime I larp. He got te werry ole clothes on in te cow bail. He no speak to te cow like he talk about in te shop. Tom Betty he do aliight. I buy te new tan boot for te missis. I tell Tom size S— te ole woman got te small foot. Tom he say tat alright, I give you te small pakeha man size, twenty-five boh. Te ole woman give me le hiding when see can’t get it on. But Tom he werry happy. He say, Wickter, yon play Hone te noo song on te grampone. Oh, te werry fine song. He tell me, you puy te grampone, Hone. Rut I tell him make te dog bark all te night. Te mout organ an Jew’s harp alright for Hone. You know te lime son shine te prohib paper lor me? Werra, I newer get te long beer now. I newer blow le froth off for ten month, isn't it ? Mitta Wood he say, Hone, you put te money in te post orpice. Tat te good talk. I see Mitta Hawke and he give me t2 book, and look, Mitta Edita, £27 for Hone in te post orpice. Kapai te prohib for Hone. When I come in to Foxlon, I see Mrs Wall —te werry nice woman, Mrs Wall —she give mete cup of tea and cake for six pen. Tat te bes way. Before, for two, tree drinks I pay five bob, six bob, ten bob. Hone blow te froth off for too many phellow wid te lirst then, isn’t it?”

“What do you think about the war, Hone ?” “Oh, I link why don’t lot young phellow go from Foxton ? I hear te Salwatioa Army man in te street, he shout werry loud, and he say, ‘One man (big young phellow, I link), he buy too much Maori land, ami be must go see it, he can’t come ; next man he get lot bullock, and he want to get ready to sell while big price, he can’t come; and te third fellow he say he marry te missus and he got te good excuse.’ Now, te Array man say ten hundred young Maori he go. Py kony, I link kapai te Maori; kino te pakeha, isn't it ? Py korry, I tink ton much te bally humbug some young phellow. He like to read te noospaper about te war, allesame te phellow kick tip a big tow on te football ground—hut be newer play. Tat te tanrekaieka phellow, all te same te bad oyster. I like to go te Wear, Milta Ivlila. I like to fight te Kaiser and te Turkey. Jus’ two smack wid te mere, tat s all. Then te Kaiser he never wear te poUae anymore and te turkey lose (e gobble. I don’ care i£ Hone die then. Kapai te Union Jack, kapai te France, fe Russia, te young New Zealand poy ! Py kripe, I want to go jus for te two smack, den Hone go to sleep wit his lathers, and tell te German : Kni whai whai, tonu raatu, Ake ! ake! ake! Good bye, Mitta Kdita, Kia ora ! 1 see yon nex time I come in.”