APOSTASY.

Digger (Invercargill RSA), Issue 4, 9 April 1920, Page 13

APOSTASY.

I've run about iately with folk iniellectual, Minds that are flashing And clashing In strife, Making me feel like a worm meffcctual, only much slower And lower In life; In such a rarified air I've been terrified, Reft of opinion, A minion So smail That — -it is risible — I ara not visible Under the eyehrows of highbrows At all.

So I am liomesick for lowbrows Oi nobrows, Averago people of standard design, Down with snpernal minds! Mix me with vernal minds, Ladies'-IIome- Journal minds Somcthing like mine ! I am exhausted by flights conversational Wearied by phrases Like blazes 0? fire, Take me away from these tests cerebrational, My brain is spinning, Beginning, To tire; Perish such vertigo ; back I prefer togo with those who sbine not And pine not A jot, Dull, unsulphitic folk, non-analytic folk, Minds of the kind that I find that I've got. Yea, I am joyously spurning Ali learning, Gaily forsaking the heighs I've becn shown, Farewell to super-minds, Come, let us group our minds, We who are frankly bromidic in tone; All us stagnating folk Non-coruscating folk Talking of comrnonplace things we liavc known. G i ve me benighted minds, Harold-Bell-W right-ed minds, Sluggish and static minds, Cairn and phlegmatic minds, Unacrobatic minds — just like my own ! Berton Braley, in "American Life."