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BECKONING THE TOURIST

Good impressions of New Zealand have been formed by Mr. Milorade Rnitchevitch, a. Yugoslavian journalist, who has returned to Auckland after a tour of the Dominion. He commented upon the thermal attractions of New Zealand, and the volcanic cones of Auckland, stating that the latter were a rare natural and national asset.

How doth tlio rapturous tourist see The features that we'scorn, Anil wander forth in esctasy On any sunny morn, To marvel at volcanic cones (There when the world was young) Wliile citizens applaud the bones Of wonders going bung.

How doth the Boards, the Councils too, And railways of the Slate. Agree with (hose who wander through Tills wondrous Northern Unte. That features rare, sublime, unique Are assets rich on"! sweet (They make such excellent concrete To form the busy street).

How doth the brains of this fair spot Make caverns with their shovels, And when the cones have gone to pot Erect some new tin hovels; How doth the merry gelignite Play hell with Nature's features. To make this spot convenient—quite! For Nature's favourite creatures.

How doth the expert engineer Boast, " Here was once a baylet, Where wavelets crooned for man to hear And pipis pipped a playlet; When pohutukawas blossomed, too —Thank Providence the trail-way Runs where the former scenery grew To make a little railway.' -

Here where untrammelled wavelets rolled (A heavenly reflector), The luckv tourist. I am told, May see the tide deflector; Sweet concrete sewers, some splendid mud, Where dwelt the needless pawn, And picknickers who chewed the cud Beneath pohutukawas. How sweet to show the place whereon Rose cones—each one far hoarier Than Adam or his eldest son Smashed into powlorod scoria ! How glad the tourist is to see A curve blown up with geli. Reduced fo dead straight lines — be! lie! By Hodge and Mac and Kelly. —C.J.

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Auckland Star, Volume LXV, Issue 129, 2 June 1934, Page 2 (Supplement)

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BECKONING THE TOURIST Auckland Star, Volume LXV, Issue 129, 2 June 1934, Page 2 (Supplement)

BECKONING THE TOURIST Auckland Star, Volume LXV, Issue 129, 2 June 1934, Page 2 (Supplement)

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