Milk and Meat.

Maoriland Worker, Volume 2, Issue 11, 19 May 1911, Page 3

Milk and Meat.

BETWEEN OURSELVES. Men cherish kings and other^things They have no earthly need for; They think it nice to pay the price ; 'Tis red tape that they bleed lor. Most men are fools,"and many schools Of learning help them cay so ; A little sense would save expense, But don't you dare to say so ! —Comrade. „ \f -V. -?? '*? *» Good advice : Read a little, then think a little, then read a little more and think again, and you'll land yourself into industrial unionism. * «- *- The frenzied fanatics who woiild poison the nascent minds and stultify the international aspirations of the workers' kiddies with their bloody bomhast will not inform the school children that England was once a .Republic-, and that on "January 4, 1649, the House of Commons abolished the Monarchy, i'o being decided that "the omee of a King, in this nation is unnecessary,, burt-hen-some and dangerous." -x- * -* All roads are leading to Socialism. * -X- * The value of government ownership depends upon who owns the government. See P ■* -x- * The "ratting" of Judas Iscariot didsn't destroy that movement without which ho had never been known. * * * Socialism being the theme of the ago, investigation of it cannot be ignored by the v/ould-be well-in-formed. * ■* * The Independent Labour Conference in England resolved to co-operate with. Socialists in all countries w : th a view to organising an international strike in ■fcho ©vent of war breaking out. Labour is getting tired of paying a blood tax fdr th*> profit of Fat. •x- " * * Questions and answers heard on election day : "What's that white and blue these chaps are wearing?" "O, that's the Labour Party's new colours." "What made them take such peculiar colours. I thoiight they would have •had something more startling, more showy like" ? "Well, Jim, what I make out of it is that white is for milk and pale blue is for water. Milk and water, just like the doctrine they preach, very wishy »vashy." "Oh, oh! Haw, haw —a very apt description; they do water it down a lot." * -x- * The visiting Ministers to the Coronation will be "privileged" to appear in the frock-coats and top hats of ordinary society wear. Fancy any of them strutting m a cocked hat, "Windsor coat and vest, and the knee-breeches and fatted calves of a Jeames Yellowplush! —"Q. Worker." -x- # * These are the last written words of Victor Hugo: "The party to which I belong does not exist. It is the pariy of revolution for civilisation. This party will form the twentieth century. From its teachings will arise first, the United States of Europe, then the United States of the world." * * ■* It is far safer to trust a normal !hum<an ilieart than a critical legal mind. -X * * Brace with booze and bromide and you are on the slide for Tophet, sure as hell—Era Elbertus. ■* * -xUnder Socialism there would be no Coronations, but there would be inter-

national travelling parties all the year round, and so well organised as to give everybody a glimpse of Brotherhood in another skin. * , * * Applicant: "Your foreman has just fallein. into the river. Can I have his job?" Employer: "You are too late. The man who pxished him in has got it." * * * Man moves forward because he uses his legs. Not one leg, but two of them. The working class has two legs —-Political Action and Industrial Unionism. It can gallop to its liberation when it finds it out. • * -x- * Organiser carters large establishment, and seeing man behind counter takes him for an every day shop assistant. "Good day, can I see you privately; I am seeking members for a small society we are organising, otherwise a union." "What, a union; we want none of that here; our men are well paid, have a picnic once a year, and many other concessions." The organiser seeing that he had struck a snag, otherwise the boss of the shop, mentioned something about the Employers' Society. "O," said the boss, '"an employer's union-—that's a different matter. It is time something was done to organise. What with amendments to this Act and Saturday half-holiday leagues, a man does not know Avliether he is on his head or his heels., and it's all due to these agitators at the Trades Hall. Come into the office. We will talk it over. What's the contributions?" The organiser pleaded an appointment; and in leaving took with him a lesson in unionism. * * * For the strong metaphor there is always alert admiration. When Marx said of Force that it may prove "the midwife of Progress"—and thus out o.f the travail of bloody rebellion may come Liberty—he exhibited a powerful picture, only equalled by Hyndman's rejoinder that Force may prove to be "the deadly abortionist strangling the new society in the womb of the old." Let us not'lightly decide the issue herein raised.

Never let us forget tliat the bottom question is the bread-and-butter question, or the knife-and-folk question. You remember the celebrated phrase? "The question which concerns us here is only one of knife and fork!" cried the Rev. Mr. Stephens to the masses at the time of the Chartist agitation. * * * First capitalism and' then the proletariat. First the proletariat, and then .Socialism. The one makes the other, and the other, in turn, the one. "The time- of surprise, of carrying through a revolution'by a small minority at the head of ignorant masses, is passed. For a complete overthrow of the social organisation the masses themselves must be concerned, they must understand what they do, why they take part."—Jilngel's introduction to the "Struggle of Classes in France." One of the polling booths in Wellington was situated in a room which is used by a very active band of spiritualists as their meeting place. The two poll clerks had been fairly rushed during the morning, but in the afternoon the crowd had slackened down, till one whole hour produced, but one single elector. The two old poll, clerks had been discussing the pictures of departed men which hung on a wall at the far end of the room when in walked a man muffled up to protect himself from what was, even to Wellington, a real snorter of a day. "Your name, sir?" "John James Smith." "John James Smith? Why, you're dead." "What! 1 Dead! There must be some mistake. How can that be?" "Well, just look for yourself: John James Smith (deceased). The best thing you can do is to go down to the Town Hall and see the Returning Officer and tell him you are as dead as a door nail as far as we are concerned. You're the second one as has come here to-day. What with this room and the spook pictures it makes a man feel fair creepy."