Milk and Meat.

Maoriland Worker, Volume 2, Issue 27, 8 September 1911, Page 3

Milk and Meat.

■ The loudest prayers are not always tho most sincere. The loudest laugh does not necessarily mean tlio most haupiness. To obey laws wiiich oppress tlio weak and protect the strong is not good citizenship: it's idolatry Fellowship is Life, and lack of fellowship is Death. —William Morris. . ?~* A giant is not to be feared till ho is conscious of his strength. This is true of the Labor giant. The prisons of the world have been, filled with the Avorld's intellects. It is not alone by passing new laws but by repealing old ones that greater freedom has been conferred upon the people. _ The sum total of the agitation carried on in any community is reflected in the laws and enactments of that community. Discontent is the mainspring of liberty. Agitation is discontent intelligently expressed. The greatest curse ever inflicted upon a great many people is that of birth. To be happy and be a wage-slave is impossible. Because weak-kneed Labor men and capitalistic editors attempt to decry the N.Z.F.L. is the very reason it should receive the careful attention of New Zealand workers. There are but two nations in the world —the owners said, tlio owned. The mother who treated her children partially, permitting some to starve whilst others revelled in luxury would be called a monster. What of the "mother country" who does so? Is she not equally monstrous? The greatest asset for the _ workin β-elass is a knowledge of Socialism. *&*& . ' Some employers are- like the thistle —if you grab them courageously they will not sting, you. . - The Government's treatment of the worker is like the. lion's treatment of tho lamb. V** ■ - There is not a government or despot on tho face of the earth who would dare to declare war if they could not depend upon tho ignorance and indifference of the people furthering their man-murdermg plans— if the signal for war would givo the signal for rebellion. —Bnand, ex-1 remier of France. All industrial organisations for the working-class must be limited to wageworrker.3 only; they must be thoroughly proletarian in their make-up. Tho N.Z.F.L. lays it down that none but actual wage-workers shall be clifor membership in that body. Statisticians may get up.an array of figures to prove that a man ought to be filled when he is hungry, but people have a tendency to trust the teachings of their stomachs rather than the finest set of figures in the world. — Michael Flurscheim. When tho workers ..turn their _ attention from fancies to facts, capitalism will get an attack of cold shivers. Tho only government worthy of respect is one which will ensure to its citizens food, shelter and clothing.

Field: "I have a friend who suffers terribly with the heat." Lewis: "Where is he living?" Field: "He isn't living."

"Now, Pat," said a magistrate to <t-n old offender, "what brought you here again?" "Two policemen, sor," was the laconic, reply. "Drunk, I suppose?" queried the magistrate. "Yes, sor," said Pat. "both ay thim."

No man need be afraid to utter anything ho believes. The thing to fea.r is letting fall something that he doesn't fully believe or hasn't reasonably considered.—Charles Edward Russell. Those gifted with freedom of thought are to be envied. Their minds are not hemmed in by the musty past, but are as wide as the universe itself. To be good wo must have full stomachs. Freedom is something substantial. A man who is ignorant is not free. A man who is a tramp is not free. A man who sees his wife and children starving is not free. A man who must toil 12 hours a day, in order to vegetate is not free. A man who is full of cares is not free. A wage-worker, whether laborer or clerk, who, every day for certain hours, must be at the beck and call of a "master/ , is not free. —Laurence Gronkind. "The station in life in which the Lord was pleased to place you" depends always upon the amount of robbery your father indulged in. On a certain farm in the West, two young liens died on the same day. The youngest boy of the family (about 12 years old) was called upon to bury them. The next day, while passing through the field I saw a board standing bearing this inscription : "Here lies two hens, side by side. Tho blasted fools took sick and died./ , —"Coming Nation." The existing laws on nearly all subjects are prohibitory, compulsory, penal. They appeal to the fear of punishment:.as the, sole deterrent. Very rarely do they promise reward. They are 'based on the assumption that men are constantly prompted by their desires to perform acts injurious to the interests of society at large.— Ward, Dynamic Sociology.

Thirteen million working people are insured under Germany's compulsory insurance scheme.

"You can't change human nature," exclaimed the scoffer who had a windpipe full of stock arguments that he was always ready to shoot off at the least provocation.

"Oh, yes, I could, if it were worth while."

"I'd like to know how you would go about it?" "Well, we will say for the sake of argument that you are a pretty decent fellow now. Suppose I put you next to a million dollars. You would think at once that you were made of different clay, from the rest of us." — Ex.

GOD OF MAMMON.

[For THE MAORILAND WORKER.] God of Mammon, who art thou? That the poor to thee should bowP And bend themselves to dust. Is it honest? Is it just? God of Mammon, who art thou? That people thy power allow To treat them as clods of earth, And keep them bond slaves from birth? God of Mammon, who art thou? That luxury thee endow? Whilst thotisands strive in vain A little food to obtain. God of Mammon, who art thou? That people to thee should bow? Art thou better than them bom To spurn them with abject scorn? God of Mammon, who art thou? When Death's fingers clasp thy brow? What art thou then and thy gains? Thou sweater of toilers' brains'. < God of Mammon, who art thou? The light of Truth doth avow, With thy store of earthly pelf, Thour't only earth clod thyself! God of Mammon, who art thou? To the Great God thou must bow, Just as will the humble poor — What good, then, thy wealthy store?

God of Mammon, who art thou? To furrow with care the brow Of those who through Life's turmoil Seek some comfort for their toil?

God of Mammon, last of all, When the Judge shall sound His Call! Who will to thy presence bow? No one, Mammon, who art thou ? —Anon.