LITTLE RED RIDING HOOD.

Rotorua Morning Post, Volume 2, Issue 250, 13 June 1932, Page 6

LITTLE RED RIDING HOOD.

To the Editor. Sir, — Regarding this controversy about Back to the Land Schemes: when are they going to function? Everything else is overcrowded or failing, and I would like to go on a farm. Could I get about 50 acres? Not that poor serubby kind, but nice flat, green fields and about 30 Jerseys (they are so pretty), some white leghorns, a mother pig with little piglets, a three-roomed bungalow with a bathroom — there must be a bathroom, as my friend who keeps a boardinghouse says the council will insist on the bathroom — and if very far from town, a horse and buggy would do. I know a little about farming; I can gather eggs, shell maize, skim the cream off the milk. I can't milk, of course, but it is easily learnt, and once I cut the hedge All the rest can be learnt very quickly. Having unfortunately had to live in a town all my life, a farmer's life in the summer must be a jolly affair, so as, one of your correspondents says, Sam Weller remarked, "cut the cackle and get to the 'osses." Just so. Cut out the cackle and get the schemes to work. Oh, by the way, I am like Red Riding Hood: Father and mother I have none, Where the deuce will the money come from To help the New Farmer to get all his food, Until the farm pays. To keep the old Wolf from the door I am, ete., ,A WOULD-BE FARMER. Rotorua, June 9, 1932.