THE PROFITEER.

Manawatu Herald, Volume XLII, Issue 2110, 1 April 1920, Page 1

THE PROFITEER.

(From the N.Z. Observer.) Should you or any other man feel dreadfully aggrieved .At prices which you have to pay and profiteers have thieved, Bray read the Board of Trade Act well, and Section 32 Will tell you just the thing you want, and just the thing to do. If bread is dear, and meat is me, and boots are awful high, And coal and beer and (imvood soar to reach the very sky, Just read up Section 32, and bring a little case Against the pious profiteer —(he “dearest’’ of his race. Just bring the case, we’ll say in March ’9O, tel! the Board of Trade, Leave it to them and “W.CI.” and do not be afraid. Before ten years have passed away the Board will get to work; Whoever heard of any Hoard that would its duty shirk? The Board of Trade will get a book ten thousand pages quite, And solemn men with gold-rimmed .'.pecs, will write a.ml write and write. And when the Court has sat a month about the (trice of socks, Or pants, or plums, or print, or broad, or lemonade, or clocks, The citizen who brought the east; will probably be dead, ’And those lie thought 'would “find” ’for him, find for the man instead Who puts the price of tucker up and puls the toiler down, Who owns broad acres everywhere, and everything in town. The Bench will say, •‘Dismiss the case," to me it’s ver.idMeav There is not in Alow Zealand fair a single -profiteer.” Ami llltcmup will hit ’em up another few pounds more With butter at six boh a pound, and bacon, say, at four, And pants at five pounds ten a pair, and socks at half a quid, AVhilc baiters charge a tenner for a four amt sixp’ny lid; And children grub about the streets ' a-lighling with the dogs .For scraps-of food thrown out o’ doors by profiteering hogs. While Fat & Co., in motor cars, distended a! the waist, Take all (heir boodle,to the banks with most indecent haste. Just lake I lie Board of Trade Act, now, read Section 32, Ami it will tell you, Mister Man, the ihings you ought to do. And you may do your very worst, and sweat and fume and rage, ■’Twill only make the Board of Trade (111 up an extra page. But not a single soaring priec will drop at anything The Board of Trade cun do for you when everywhere “THE KING” Is closing on your pockets and your bellies every day, The price of things will only fall when yon no more can PAY.