OODLES OF CASH.

Auckland Star, Volume LXVII, Issue 185, 6 August 1936, Page 9

OODLES OF CASH.

WHEN WAGES GO UP. WHERE WILL THE MONEY GO? PROPHECY IN VERSE. (By BAXTER O'NEILL.) Oodles and oodles and oodles Of useful available cash, Leave caution to noodles But give us the oodles And oodles and oodles of cash. Oodles and ootlles and oodles To pay for the working man's splash As he gaily canoodles With overdue oodles And oodles and oodles of cash !

I I once knew a man who had been j carefully reared, but lie had an odd and strange ambition to keep a pub. He couldn't tell me why. He just wanted to be a publican, that was all. That j was during t'he depression, when every excursion from the straight and narrow i way meant a visit to the tin box where he hoarded his odd sixpences so that accounts might be balanced when he pot home. But I see now what it was. , The fellow was gifted with prophecy. | He was able, even during the slump, to envisage next Friday! What a change there is going to be! I'm changing my method of living And soon I'll he cutting a dash And fancy indulging. While pockets are bulging With oodles and oodles of cash. I The slump and its needy contriving And retrenchment are gone in a flash, And pockets once meagre Are ready and eager With oodles and oodles of cash. Who stole my scant purse from me lately Beyond any question stole trash, ! Hut lie who comes pinching I In future is clinching ! On oodles and oodles of cash. j If only you people would stop laughing long enough to reflect, you will j realise that this is a very serious state |of affairs. Where's the money to come I from? Only a few are worrying about j that part of it. The rest are more concerned about where it is going to. Let the critics howl. That's their philosophy. The howls won't be loud enough to smother the glad jingle of extra I shillings. Who cares if the critics are moaning, | Predicting the country, will crash? I i Who cares for their preaching While blithely we're reaching j For oodles and oodles of cash? | A feeling of comfort uprising | Takes sting from the critical lash, j For who can feel saddened That sjoon will be gladdened i [ With oodles and oodles of cash? | Oodles and oodles and oodles: i Who cares if the policy's rash ? Leave jr'ief to the noodles But give us the oodles And oodles and oodles of cash ! I

i ! ' ! j Water is a bad conductor of heat. Consequently tlie temperature of the *ea is j often much higher than that of land or I air. In the Arctic and Antarctic the i water is wanner than the land: in the ' tropics it is cooler. At the equator the ! temperature of the sea is never more I than 87 degrees. • j