THE OLD WOMAN’S WAR WORK.

Manawatu Herald, Volume XXXVIII, Issue 1639, 18 November 1916, Page 4

THE OLD WOMAN’S WAR WORK.

I’d write a poem if 1 could, Would dry your eyes of tears; I'd launch a (lashing word which should » Be hoard adown the years; I’d hold the Kaiser up to shame Until he lost his crown; I’d weave a laurel wreath of fame Would ne’er go sere and brown: And so I rake my pencil up and lay my knitting down. Alas! your (ears will not be stayed By little words in rhyme; My puny thoughts are all afraid To trust themselves to Time; ' I think perhaps the Kaiser, too, Would scarcely heed my frown, And some might say my claims are few To weave the laurel crown; And so I tae my knitting; up and lay my pencil down. I’ll shape the toe ami turn the heel, And vary ribs and phi ins, And hope some soldier-man may feel The warmer for my pains; FI! fashion mitten, sock and glove In navy-blue and brown. And linish with a touch of love May call a. blessing down: When 1 shall take my knitting up anil lay my pencil down. —Punch.

Wanted Known. —You cannot buy your groceries to better advantage than at Walker and Furrie’s. Prices are low and dualities high.