SHOCKING MISTRUST.

Manawatu Herald, Volume XXXVIII, Issue 1620, 5 October 1916, Page 4

SHOCKING MISTRUST.

“Both in Turkey and Bulgaria," says (he “Frankfurter Zeitnng, there Inis been mistrust. Therefore Ferdinand’s and Enver’s Napoleonic talents must be employed in order to inspire failovers with their own spirit of confidence in Germany." Wouldn't yon trust your unde, and slick to the Kaiser Bill ? He is the man to lead you all the way. Look to his kingly promise, lean on his pledges still; See how his word to Belgium stands to-day. Perhaps he collars your railways, perhaps he collars your gold. Perhaps he will repay yon bye and bye. Whenever the eagle's talons have thoroughly taken bold. Yon must trust the dear old Kaiser till yon die, Of eoiirse, you jolly well trust him —with a bayonet at your t broat That is apt to let the daylight through your neck. Yon wouldn't be telling W illiam another man's Jive pun’ note Is belter than bis thousand dollar cheque. Yon arc filling his heart with sorrow and clouding his eyes with grief W hen yon look' upon his promises askance; Oh, why do yon grow suspicious, and why do yon grudge belief To bis fascinating chapters of romance ?

If you slick to the dear old Kaiser he’ll give you a lump of (J recce, That will keep you nicely sizzling till you’re brown; A great big junk for the Turkey, and Ferdinand gels a piece, As soon as litis old war has settled down. As soon as he's done with Russia — or Russia has done with him — He will put a little King on Poland’s throne; The barren and wasted Serbia, a desolate land and grim, Will be given to Eranz Josef tor his own. Wherever the wide earth stretches, wherever the long seas run, The Kaiser has a cake to cut and share; He’s giving a hosker party as soon as the war is won, And all his poor relations will be there. He has married them over Europe, the princes of this and that, And he bends (heir little kingdoms to his will: Outside his palace at Potsdam they are carolling on the mat: “We love ami trust our dear old Kaiser Bill." “Oh, wouldn’t you trust the Kaiser’’’ the English regiments sing. “We will trust him and will thrust him with the steel; When the bayonets of an army are round him all in a ring, You can (rust old Kaiser Bill to raise a squeal." When the voice ol the I'rankiurt Sausage is heard in a woelul wail For the Turkish and Bulgarian mistrust, Yon needn't go fu a prophet, to gal Iter the whispered tale That the Kaiser’s credit's very nearly hurst. —Sydney Sun.