THE QUEENSLAND LOAN.

Taranaki Daily News, 20 October 1921, Page 2

THE QUEENSLAND LOAN.

“The mills of God grind slowly, but. they grind exceeding small.” Sir, —By this time it must have dawned upon the mental reservoir of the Queensland Tory that society is automatic in its movements, and that thefe can be no action without reaction,. Up till the early nineties he owned Queensland politically and financially. But greed brought about his downfall. Alarmed at the growth of the Labot movement in New South Wales, he set to work to systematically depopulate half a continent. Witt- this object in view he employed wherever possible, Chows, Japs, Kanakas, Hindus, black fellows, in fact, any color, to oust the white worker, who was forced to migrate to other states or to the towns. Nor was he satisfied with this. Ht bought out, or froze out, ail the sunall lar.d-owners lie could, anything to make Queensland a big man’s country. He might have succeeded in retaining Lis hold of the Governmental reins had he let the small settlers alone. Forty or fifty thousand small farmers would have acted as a political buffer between Toryism and Labor, but when the Labor wave came, thanks to the greed of the Tory, there were no small farmers, and the Tory’ was worked off the box seat. He took his lesson badly, and rushed to the office of* ti e Conservative organ a chain ahead of Ins own yell, and through their columns made frantic appeals to all right thinking persons tv rally round the cause of Toryism and established principles. But evidently there was no right thinking persons in his vicinity. If there were, they did not rally worth twopence anyhow, so he cried, “Stinking Fish, to damage, tie credit and embarrass the Labor party, and the money bugs at. Home lent a willing ear to the tirade of the defaniers. But once again lie missed the inis, and the position in Queensland to-day is that Labor calls the tune and the Tory pays the piper, and during the paying out process he wears that pained, drawn look about the eyes that a man does who has swallowed a tot spud.— I am, e*tc., FRANK BELL. Toko, October 18.