Shaun’s Patch.

Southland Times, Issue 18822, 15 May 1920, Page 11

Shaun’s Patch.

“A little nonsense now and then” —“Hudibras.” Cook’s walking tour: A chef playing golf. «■*«»•»* There are times when auction sales bring out all that is worst in us. The other day a polis man was at a salerooms and was bidding spiritedly for an article he had set his heart upon. He had an opponent, however, a Chinaman. Up went the price, higher than the man in blue could go, and he looked at his enemy. And behold! He recognised him a man “wanted” in another part of the dominion. An arrest followed. This shows us the danger of running people up at a sale. It might be a cop in plain clothes. *•*■»*** The Wyndhnm Farmer speeds the parting secretary with honeyed words: “Mr W. A. H. Oliver has been appointed secretary of the Southland Racing Club, nice Mr W. A. Saunders resigned.” A friend of mine moved into a new house recently and I came across him studying his bill and murmuring: “Coriolanus, Act I, Scene 5.” I searched for the reference and here it is: “These movers that do prize their hours.’ ■*•»**** One of these ev’nings The old folks will tell Of the fire brigade Which turned out so well, That, ere the third clang Went abroad from the tower. The engines were out At the top of their power. And then they will speak Of the tragic event That gave the brigade's Reputation a dent. How some wicked fellow, Who saw some smoke eddy, And rang the alarm ere The firemen were ready. The uncertainty of life: The time that a country train will arrive anywhere. The song-writers, artists, poets and dramatists in Paris have formed a federation that has been officially recognised by the Labour organisations. Does this mean that Art is to be put upon a proper basis, and Jinked with the Alliance of Labour? Perhaps we will hear of the Awards of Art. Dramatists will go in for direct action but the artists are more likely to canvas for better conditions. Song-writers will demand that their time shall be calculated from bar to bar, and the poets——not piece rates, for the love of Heaven! If some councillors have their way some future Mayor of Invercargill will sing; , My chain, my chain, my pretty chain, I'll never more look shy. But take the centre of the limelight And till the public eye. Storey, the new Premier of New South \V ales, is a traitor to the sacred cause. Any man who gets up and preaches more work, or that the Industrhd Democracy should become an industrious Democracy, is a Kappitalistic Ruffian. To the rack with him! Old Mother Hubbard She went to tlu cupboard Twas armoured and boiled and locked And -miled a sweet smile — For this lady of guile With sugar was pretty well stocked. An examination of the evidence given be- | tore the L’.b. Senate Investigation Commit- ' tee -how us conclusively chat America has 1 had only one George Washington. 1

I When I ly-.-r; n-oiir. ,~;iilinc: back from Tioy. i - twit ofio-:r.< cnr.n- acreej.l rig o't-r the sea; 1 1 Hot what were they that lured him on to | joy | i ( cm: a rod with these that come to-night i j to me? | j Fair Ch-opaira wafted down the Nile ; dun; Tony's nostrils with a pcrfr-j.ued ; cloud ; j But what was it? Wa.s it within a mile t Of these which on my senses boldly i crowd? | And (tear old Omar, with his Persian wine, ! r-nim-o aorrmous attars wrung from out j J But I hey wet >• ghosts, faint echoes that enj shrine | A panicle of this that greets my rmsc. j it'olumous sailing where the seas were new - j Caught draughts of spice sent by the | I glowing West: i j Uni poor mill- things a wee!-; anaemic brew, ; i While this is colourful, ablaze with zr.-t. 1 !, . ! I Not ail the colour-; of the West and Hast j j Ihat pats .-.jug in sweetened rhythmic | i words t‘an o-PPo t l;is --intensified, increased - Which comes from boding naitt.-r.-bin!-!

Nat riu-: a id-db-'l.-'TKNT ITHHTKIi. Nature never give.-, up a fight unless tWe odtis again-: he; are hopelessly overwhelm- j all her m-hnng forces are called into not ton. i If da oga, ere too much wbrn tighting a ] cold, de-re v.-’.U nc a chill, then feverishness. | aching and son-nr-ss of the muscles, and a | general down and out feeling. ‘Tis then | tlial Nature needs help, and no help is j superior to Laxters Lung Preserver. This ; rich, pure, and warming’- medicine soon sways j the light over 111 favour of Nature, and 1 the i-iild iiuici-tly disappears. j Then with Nature’s aid "Baxter’s” builds [ up the v. asted I issues, regenerates the low- j erod vitality, and generally invigorates the i nil.do system, enabling the successful ward- j ing off of any recurrence of the cold attack. I Have this tonic cough and told remedy ■ handy always. (let a large 2s Gd bottle from chemist or store to-day.—Adv.