THE DOLE.

Manawatu Herald, Volume LI, Issue 4533, 20 November 1930, Page 1

THE DOLE.

Inspired 'by the early initiation of the Government’s unemployment relief scheme, Mr. G. L. Chittenden, Nelson, sent the following verses to the “Dominion”: — If you’re feeling pretty bad and sick and sour and sad,

And you think life’s not worth

living on the whole; If you get <|iiite weak and hurt, when you see a bit of work, .lust remember that in future

there’s the (Dole! With our Party, the “United,” all our wrongs will soon be righted — No wonder that they topped the

blooming poll; We’ll have solid legislation and plenty education, And democratic measures like

the Dole. When this Bill comes into force, there will be no graft, of course,

No more digging dirty dirains or lumping coal; Our Mayor and the Town iOlerk will soon be out of work, We will all live quite contented

on the Dole. All the Council hands, it’s clear, with the City Engineer,

And the Magistrates and Par-

sons will enroll;’ We’ll all be gay and hearty and make one happy party,

And line up in a queue to lift the

Dole. The usual drunken bouters and the doleful down-and-outers, Will flock the towns like, fishes in a shoal; They’ll all Iknow what to do —'just one long boozaroo,

It’s filled a long-felt want, this precious Dole. Big factories like Kirk’s, and Griffin’s biscuit, works,

The women folk will have to take icontrol; Men will have their work cut out and must take it turn about, To administer and help fork out the Dole. And the future Mother’s joy, when she gives birth to a boy, , And prays for the salvation of his soul; Will be teaching her dear son, when he reaches twenty-

one, To line up with his proud father

for the Dole. Many working blighters say that they’re darned if they will

pay, And will land our politicians .in a hole; But let them squirm and squeal, they’ll soon be brought to heel, Pay your thirty-ibobs like men, or palm the Dole. Now work has got to go; it’s received its knock-out blow, So come and join with us and fill the bowl; The “Bill” has turned all sadness into happiness and gladness; Three cheers for the United Party’s Dole. So when New Zealand’s name is on the scrolls of fame, And the flags are waving high upon the pole; We will tell our sons the story, how we owe our pride and glory, To the brains who introduced the lovely Dole. And, when, in sad array, the “Uni•teds” pass away, And death demands the last and final toll; We will raise a tomb on high—Ah! their fame will never die, For they saved our country’s honour by the Dole!