THE JIMMYENDUM.

Manawatu Herald, Volume XXXVIII, Issue 1601, 22 August 1916, Page 4

THE JIMMYENDUM.

(By Walt Mason.)

I doff my lid to gramaphanes. I love their loud persistent tones — they certainly arc stayers; but I know men whose steady hum knocks gramophones to Kingdom Come, and some of them are Mayors. But do not think this faith in jaw is any sign of judgment raw, it has a firm foundation. The talking coves know very well that while they’re on a windy spell they are sure of acclamation. The fellows run no risk at all, who, sitting safe astride the wall, talk round each knotty matter. They need not bother taking sides while steadily the mouth stuff glides—they save their seats with patter. To dodge the dread and wicked risk of guessing which way things will whisk, these schemes stand for notions, and so they found in half a blink, the referendum was the pink of legislative notions. When every body has to vote, the big chiefs safely sit and gloat and draw their easy wages; the public have to use their brains deciding things with earnest pains like old grey whiskered sages. But here in merry Foxton, the referendum has begun “descensus ad absurdan.” (Excuse the piece of Latin junk—l use the words in mortal funk and don’t know where I heard ’em). Consider now our Jimmy’s scheme, it really is a perfect dream; all matters (hat give worry will be referred to all the folks, all dames and (arts and swells and blokes to vote on, hurry scurry. So where a lamp post has to stand, and whether half or all the band must wear red snipes on trousers, or shall we paint the dust cart blue, will be referred to me and you and bungs and “books” and wowsers. But I must be about the night they Jix the town destructor site by votes at an election. Five thousand sites will come to light for every cove will pick a site on someone else’s section.