"They are Coming."

Maoriland Worker, Volume 2, Issue 20, 21 July 1911, Page 7

"They are Coming."

Those workers who spend their annual holidays at Rotorua little dream of the pleasure they miss by not sometime taking their motorcars for a run to Timaru. It has been written, "See Naples and die," but when you see Caroline Bay, you don't want to die—you want to live. You want to live forever ; you. realise life is worth living, and you are thankful that if capital does leave the country it cannot take sunny Timaru's Caroline Bay with it. And then you want that beach covered with happy, jumping, frolicking children ; you want to see some of the tired mothers smoothing some of the crows' feet off their faces, by the application of some of the ozone from this beach; you want to give them the Right to Loaf a bit on this glorious beach, and you wonder, for a moment, where those children and mothers are; and then you suddenly remember that many of those children are being compulsorily military-trained—being trained to become legalised murderers in the playground (fancy, playground !) and then when they re-enter the school they are faced with the command, "Thou shalt do no murder." Oh, ye hypocrites—thou shalt do no murder! Except to uphold kings and the like. Never mind, the sun's shining: the wharf workers a hundred strong, have just given three hearty cheers for Revolutionary Socialism, and it comes like a message of hope for the future. These men—aye, men, mark you!— have just fired a warning shot into the enemy's camp by refusing to load a ship with mutton because three of their mates had been victimised, and the enemy hoisted a white flag on each mast and surrendered. "Ye Maobixand Workerites," don't lose heart! These Timaru workers are coming to you. No more flapdoodle, step at a time, go slow, aarbitrate twaddle can't stop them. They are coming, Robert. Semplej they are coming right along; they are coming, Patrick Hickey—two hundred fighters strong.—THE VAG.