THE WAR LOAN.

Taranaki Daily News, 28 August 1917, Page 6

THE WAR LOAN.

. ECHOES OF THE BRITISH CAMPAIGX. These are echoes of the last great English war loan of .LI.OUD.IJDO.OfIO,' tin; words of men in various v.avs of'life' but all one in their advoca'cv of ihe vital cause of helping ,],„ „„:„ a( (j| ,, trout to hold ihcir t . m i llr , ],,,,, vy , )s it is. What these men said of'thin great loan they could with equal justice say of the £l2. IM)il,000 now before the Dominion. These words of Mr J.lovd George apply to Xew Zealand to-day with as much force as ever they did to tne people of Britain: "There is nothing we can do which will more suitport our sons and brethren in their Ion" vigii in the trenches than that we should make (lie war loan a tremendous success." Subscription to the £12,000,0110 Joan closes six days hence.

Duke of Portland: "Some of you used to put money on my horses, though I think it unwise to squander money on betting. A more certain return for your money is to back vour countryArchbishop of Cantc'rbnrv: "lite money must be had. The appeal for it is a sacred one. The cause of rbdit to which we have set our hands cannot prevail unless we all make a united and determined effort to assist it to the utmost of our means."

Mr Lloyd George: "Out with your ready cash—or oven your unreadv cash! You must have silver bullets or' golden bullets. Those who cannot afford gold let them produce silver.''

The d'oet Laureate (Robert Bridges): "It is necessary for every one of us to do his utmost."

Prime Minister of Xew- Zealand (Mr Massey) in London: "You men and women at Home have to show vour appreciation of the gallantry of our forces on land and sea by making this war loan a tremendous success."

Mr Will Thome, Labour M.P.- "Both 'rank and file,' like myself, and wealthy people too must come along with their money, or they will find that the Government will come along and 'pinch' Fheir wealth. The loan is the best investment ever offered by any nation."

Mr Harry Lauder (comedian): "It's a' th' wee dribbles that make th' mighty ocean: it's a' th' wee burns that trickle doon frae th' hills that make tit' beautiful lochs."'