SOAPSUDS

Press, Volume LXXIX, Issue 24074, 9 October 1943, Page 4

SOAPSUDS

♦— — , [By WHIM WHAM] Auckland consumers some time ago rushed all available supplies of cosmetics and soap, and the “New Zealand Herald” now reports, that a similar rush is being made to secure supplies of butter. One elderly Auckland woman bought sufficient soap to last her for 20 years. , . .—News item. Come Weal, come Wod, new Orders or new Wars, Come Peace with Plenty. Famine or Come Cakes and* Ale, or Crusts and Apple-cores; Let. Multitudes go warmly clad or freeze, Know Health and Merriment, or Blood and Tears— I shall have Soap enough for Twenty Years! How shrewdly I anticipate the Time When Soap will seem a rare and precious Thing! My Neighbours will retain their natural Grime. Their frowsy Frames no longer lathering, While I, well soaped and scrubbed from Heel to Toe, Shall shine among them like the Driven Snow. Oh, Some in Cigarettes lay up their Treasure, That; turns to Ashes or goes up in Smoke; In Hoards of Tea or Sugar Some take Pleasure; * Some go without, 'and treat it as a Joke; I smile upon Such trivial Hopes and Fears, /, Knowing my Soap will last me Twenty Years!