PRICE OF THINGS.

Digger (Invercargill RSA), Issue 27, 17 September 1920, Page 14

PRICE OF THINGS.

You surely ' .e most valiant wings, Price of Ti,, ;s, OPrice.of Things ! Their flap is . ard by skulking booze, By foldir.g cds and baby shoes. It seems there nothing left on earth That we ea:: buy for what it's worth Which leaves i. scant excuse for mirth, Price of Things, O Price of Things ! How distant seems but yesterday, When I was master of my pav. I gave a bit and spent a bit; I even saved and lent a bit. My heels were straight, my trousers pressed ; In overalls I felt undressed — A credit- to my family crest ! Price oi Things, (> Price of Things ! I gave agamst the ills of war ; Returning, gave a great deal mere, 'I he former earned "my country's cheers, The latter helped the profiteers In food and elothing and in rent, In everything on which I've spent My cash, and now I'm badly bent, Price of Things, O Price of Things! Tis well I'm strong for what may come, Bqt hear the wail from yonder slum. The foremost name on every tongue Is yours, and bitterly it's wrung Where earnestly the prayer is said, "Give us this day our daily bread," And starving homes must speed their dead Upon your wings, 0 Price of Things ! "American Life."— Philip S_ McCormick.