HOW MANY?
Every day. in every way / The world is getting quieter. We were told by poets of old That it was getting brighter ; But, in these days of storm and stress All ask this question (more or less) “How many ’quakes, old fighter'
If you roam'from your own home, A-visiting your neighbobur; To watch him toil, amid the sou, He’ll cease him from his labour; And cross his arms upon his breast, And ask this question like the rest — “How many ’quakes, my neighbour.'
On breezy down, or in the town, This tale is told by others. Where’er they meet, on road or street, Their greetings are like brothers! Be they young, or be they old, Their questionings soon are all told. “How* many ’quakes?”-Like mothers . And now are we, on land and sea Obsessed with one idea.>No more we talk .of our last walk, Of sport, or wars, or fear; i For on the street and in the home,! No. matter where a bloke may roani, ( “How many ’quakes, my dear?” .
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Nelson Evening Mail, Volume LXIII, 13 July 1929, Page 14
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173HOW MANY? Nelson Evening Mail, Volume LXIII, 13 July 1929, Page 14
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