THE FUTILITARIAN

Press, Volume XCV, Issue 28222, 9 March 1957, Page 10

THE FUTILITARIAN

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Utility, and beauty were possible lor all of us today. Perhaps we could use the time made available by automation tor building a better land for the future. The Leader of the Opposition, Mr Nash, speaking at the annual dinner of the New Zealand Institute of Architects. . Onward and upward we soar! It’s our Pleasure as well as our Duty. Our national Ideals, as before, Are Utility and, of course, Beauty. My Roof has a Leak I must mend; My hot Water Pipes are corroded; I can’t earn as fast as I spend My Clothes, like my Thoughts, are outmoded. Home-gardening Jokers spend Hours With a fine Indefatigability On their Shrubs, and their Lawns, and their Flowers All for Beauty plus Veg., for Utility. A composite Term should be found To denote the Idea which obsesses them. “Beautility” how does That sound? Two Words a slight Effort compresses them. Myself, I can’t claim to have done Very Much to embellish the Scene. As for personal Beauty, I’ve None: You can’t even see where it’s been. My Utility What I possess Has its Limits; My Talents are Few: Indeed, it is Anyone’s Guess What my Talents are limited TO! But thank Heaven, the Pleasure is Mine Of All that is done by my Fellows: Their Beer Garden’s gracious Design, Their Dressmaker’s Pinks, Greens and Yellows, And their Carpenter’s Shop, Shed or Shelf All These I admire with Humility. If it’s done, I don’t DO IT MYSELF. I’m a Beauty, who knows his Utility!