TUSSOCK COUNTRY.

Maoriland Worker, Volume 1, Issue 4, 15 December 1910, Page 13

TUSSOCK COUNTRY.

North Island, November, 1910. My Dear Editor,—-" THE MAORILAND WORKER" is immense! If only everybody has enough wisdom to keep it going that way ! It is just what we want. . . . You think I should. have a little more sense of the fleetness of time, and gibe mc that nothing less than eternity is any good to mc! Dear mc, what does it ali .matter ! " "What is it all but a trouble of ants" anyway. And we are alive up here, only in a different sense. Wild hurry and tough tussling have turned thousands of acres from forest to pasture. That's something, I suppose, for now we contribute towards reeding a few of you hurrying ants! I grant there are bigger things in life if you are big enough to find them out; but we ordinary people must exist, or there would be no proper setting for the brainy, ones — no fun at all for wise people if there were no fools in the world. "Every success to 'THE MAORILAND WORKER.' " Yours very sincerely, O.H.H.

MELBOURNE, November, 1910. Dear Comrade, —I yelled with delight when I got your paper, and have wanted to yell ever since. The yeller cover set rne off, did you say? Punning, madam, is a low and vulgar form of wit. " S-h-a-k-e-s-p-e-a-r-e," I hear you whisper. Well, now, I'm not such an ardent admirer of the redoubtable William as to think his predeliction for this vicious habit any sort of justification.. Shakespeare was a snob pure and simple. Shakespeare never gay© us one gicture of a decent working man. hakespeare had no time for the "masses," and was always bowing^and scraping to the "classes." Shakespeare believed in the common people being kept in their proper place—that's why he's so popular at the Universities. And as for the old wheeze about Mother's Darling returning home safely from the wars, his manly young bosom having been protected by a Holy Bible in one pocket and a copy of William S. in the other— well, probably the true version is that all the poor little beggar got was '' a bullet _in the neck and his name spelt wrong in the paper."— Yours fraternally , N.B.