PERFECT PEOPLE

Auckland Star, Volume LXVII, Issue 181, 1 August 1936, Page 2 (Supplement)

PERFECT PEOPLE

A delegate to a meeting of the Marl; borough Automobile Association which discussed "Bugbears of the Road" (which included children), said that he considered that punishment for being run over would soon cure people of carelessness. It does! The cemeteries are dotted with cures.

It's nice to sit at the happy hearth When the fire has n deep red glow, To gossip of fricmls we loved and lost In the days not m long ago: " Oh, for the touch of a vanished hand. And the sound of a voice that js still," For the fun they had and the leaps they leapt Before the ultimate kill.

Remember Aunt Jane with the long grey curls? Practised pole-vaulting too ! Twelve ,I'oot six was tlie best she did, Pretty poor stuff, say you ; Reaped on the corner of Whatsome Street, Silly of her—m.v word !. People who can't beat a blooming car, Keally are most absurd. Then Uncle Pinks with the long grey zifF, Doing pre-breakfast stuff, Swung by his toes from parallel bars, Kan his twelve miles in the bud"; Just beat ten for a hundred yards, Stupid old josser though ! Couldn't break nine from kerb to kerb, So of course he Had to go. Those twins of Ann's were a corker pair, Hun ?—they could run like hares! Kept both together with other kids Who doubled about in pairs; Nice little kids, but silly too. Trotting across the track, Couldn't bent fifty m.p.h.. Pooh ! —ami they never came back. Absurd of people to walk on roads Pushing the cars about, Shoving road-owner? out of their own. Uttering ''Oh, get out!" , Trattling about their right of way, Why? Oh. I cannot tell, Oh, but its hard to part from them During a wheeled farewell. E'en though we tuiss them when they're gone. Farewelling them with flowers, Think how their absence helps the car, To save us those precious hours, Think of the golden moments saved For me old chap —ami for you, For the old old sport we all so love, Of nothing at all to do. Mind you, old fellow, I'm sorry for Jane, And the twins and other people, But it's up to-them to learn the way To leap over a tall church steeple, 1 To beat a swallow, a horse, a liounil, To be'almost as clever as 11s. I To dodge dark Death !it. the whirling wheel, 1 And in short to " miss the bus." | —C.J. '