RANDOM OPINIONS
Poem ol To-morrow My love is the pilot of the Mars Belle, An inter-stellar pleasure-rocket for trippers. He goes to his old star one clay and comes back the next. I only see him on Sunday evenings. It, is like being married to a firework. I am sitting alone before the radium heater, Knitting little garments by atomic energy, And looking-in at a diver at work below the Indian Ocean. I wonder what can be keeping Mother? She‘went to Costa Rica an hour ago 1o buy some coffee. —M. Lane Northcott, .in “Daily Mail,” London.
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Ashburton Guardian, Volume 66, Issue 142, 28 March 1946, Page 4
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97RANDOM OPINIONS Ashburton Guardian, Volume 66, Issue 142, 28 March 1946, Page 4
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