THE NEW INDUSTRY.

Wairarapa Age, Volume XXXII, Issue 10192, 20 March 1911, Page 3

THE NEW INDUSTRY.

11 came from fair Australia's shore, | And crossed the. raging main, Where Neptune's mighty chorus sings Its sonorous refrain. I One day, while basking in the breeze, ['; I saw the crew below, Their faces smeared, their clothes i were black, Like some bedraggled crow.. "What is this greasy crew?"'! asked of bluff of old. Captain Skimmers. He looked in mild contempt, and said "They' e oilers and they're trimmers." ,

I viewed New Zealand's wondrous " sights, , , ' Its'lakes and wondrous springs, Its Maori maids and towering peaks, Its. shows and mutton kings. And Avhile at Solway Park I saw Those "kings'? of whom I write, In riding pants and collars high, (The pants were wondrous tight). "Who are these lords?" I asked a friend, 'in breeches and broad brimmers?" He smiled arid said sardonic'ly, . . "They're oilers and they're trimmers."

I'heard a mighty orator With soft and silvern speech,! Uphold the cause of Ward and Co. , Great lessons he did teach. I viewed his grand and portly form, Absorbed his measured prose, I heard the "pamphlet" torn to shreds, By language grandiose. I'asked a grim-faced man by me (his face grew dark and grimmer), "What man is this?"—he answered curt, ."An oiler and a trimmer,"

Then let us fill the cheering bowl,. summer's y&iys: grow Aria, idrink the> new health, : : Oiler- and the Trimmer." THE KURIPUNI POET.