"JUST TOO BAD"

Rotorua Morning Post, Volume 1, Issue 100, 18 December 1931, Page 7

"JUST TOO BAD"

THOSE WHO SEE NO FUTURE I FOR UNFORTUNATE YOUTH GO TO, YQUNG MAN We mourn with those who see no future for Youth. There neVer is any future for Youth. There was none when we were very young and there is hardly likely to be any from now on, writes H. J. Cantwell, in the Sydney "Sunday Sun-Guardian." No need to talk of birth control to prevent Youth being born into a futureless world. The old men of I the tribe have not forgotten how to invent wars for the removal of superj fluous heirs. j The old men are now busy chaining up the books, for minds are. dangerous. The old men have bungled things horribly, and Youth, h&ving neither a still tongue nor a* wise head, keeps on referring to the holes in the ceiling. 'Tis enough for Youth to die gloriously. Only for t the aged is reserved the privilege' of dying full of years and sin. . . . ' "If I had been 30 years younger, my boy, I'd have been with you in the. thick of it !" • Bow-wow! Was it Youth or the old men who ! invented the age limit for dying gloriously?

Those Waste Years In these times of economy even years should not be wasted. In the next war all the old men will be allowed to die first. That will be less costly to the race, and Youth miglit snatch a bit of future. The bare sex are going in for backless costumes and nakt kultur. Tenants are biting the hand that bled them. Flappers are tempting Providence in low-and-behold blouses. Boys are heating their dads.at golf ! All this must cease. It is a sign of decadence. The old men are. grinding their guns over it. Something will have to be done or someone done to death. Life is getting too soft. Young people are forgetting how to die. The rolling stone is gathering no Boss.

Blood is'cleansing. Blood is sanctif ying. Clean up the gangsters ! Revoke all pistol licences! Youth is getting out of hand. All thought nrust cease., for the old men have become incapable of it. Thought is subversive. You never know where it will lead. Evolution is all right, but that's only for animals. . . . Growth? What do we want with growth — does it get us anywhere? Youth is no longer obedient. It wants to know. This wanting to know can become a disease. It makes old men uncomfortable. They want to doze. Movement frets them. Persistence enrages them. Resistance rouses them to white fury.

Go! Young Man Youth must be suppressed. There can be no future for Youth which rejects the signals of the wearied old traffic cops. Those signals have always been obeyed. Even in the days of the bulloek waggons. What was good enough for grandfather . . . is just too bad. Youth ought to go on the land. Grow something. Make two mangelwurzels grow where no one wants even one. Add to the unexportable surplus. Follow the tail of the wandering ewe. Look the whole world in the face and owe not any man under the Moratorium. Get upon a horse and ride off in all directions. ... Get out of our sight!

Youth ought to learn a trade. Make something. Studs or soap or shoelaces, and go knock at doors. Good for the knuckles and the nerves. Might earn £5,000 if you can make enough to buy a lottery ticket. Blistered feet are good for the soul. More blisters you get, less soul you'll have. Get going! Youth is getting too effeminate. Needs backbone. Some of the old cavalier spirit and less gin. Learn to shoot. Might be needed in Manchuria. Nothing like a good rifle in your hands when a gas attaclc comes crawling down the wind. Handy for blowing your own hrains out.