Flings at Things.

Maoriland Worker, Volume 3, Issue 78, 6 September 1912, Page 1

Flings at Things.

Again. The Agitator.

May his tribe increase.

At the annual meeting of the Canter> bury Employers' Association, Mr. Geo. Sheat, president of the Farmers' Union, set him up to knock him dowm.

Said that "while the agitators were allowed to have their fling, it was useless to have the Arbitration and Conciliation. Act," Also that "the Act) had not prevented strikes, and until tho agitators could be dealt with there was bound to bo trouble." Likewise that "the labor agitator' was a parasite on those he was supposed to help and he brought about their un- * doing." How awfully awful. J Allow us to congratulate Mr. Sheafl, on his unique knowledge of the agitator I and all his works. \ He can rest assured in the oonvio*' tion that lie has got the subject nailed' down on all four sides and clamped through the middle. There is nothing more to b© said 1 . * * * "Tho two women who take the great? est part in the anti-militarist campaign seem to be Anna Nias and Molly Coddle." So says the Christchuroh ''Evenings Snooze." But it is not so. ». The two bright and beautiful maidens who are in the forefront of the antimilitarist movement are Annie Matioa and Mag Nanimity. They are supported, too, by twp brave youths in Percy Verance and Vie. Torious. On tho militarist side are the toothless hags called Maud Lin, Ann Tique, and Annie Mosity. While Martin Et and Percy Cution are scurvy male villains that skulk ftthe background. # * *

These judges of ours. W r hat high and haughty personage* they are, to be sure. How ''touchy," too. « What a tender, sensitive thing is that precious "dignity" of theirs. What an exalted notion of their owfl importance they possess. Clothed in a little brief authority. And horsehair wiga and othetf things. They become imbued with the idea 1 that they are not of common clay. And arrogate to themselves the powers and prerogatives of the gods of high: Olympus. The other day a Wellington juryman unwittingly addressed his Honor Mr. Justice Edwards as "your Worship."' A very excusable slip of speech. Which any man but a judge would have let pass without comment. Not so his Honor, however. No common police magistrate he. Hence tho hurt to his self-importance" and the insult to tho etiquette of tho law demanded that the offender should be told who was who and what was" what. So his Honor stood, upon his "dig." and sternly rebuked the luckless juryman. Tims: "I am not 'your Worship,' and you should realise that fact before yotf come into court." Wonder he didn't commit the poor juryman for contempt of court. Or have him strung up for IaWI majestic.

Thousands of men and women ar9 spending their lives in workhouses and prisons because their childhood was spent in earning and not in learning.