THE HOLIDAY MAKER.
Sweet Mai’y. Pack the trunk o! tin, And let us leave the city’s roar. The dust, the turmoil, and the din, And seek some sweet sequestred shore Where Nature’s charm shall soothe our cares— Some restful spot beside the foam—> But let it be a spot where there’s f An Empire and a Hippodrome. I sicken of these noises loud, The tumult, and the tramp of feet; Come, let us fly the hateful crowd, And find a haven fresh and sweet, Where we may gaze on Nature’s face, And v/atch the wavelets kiss the sand— But, Mary, let it be a place Where there are pierrots and a band. The sights and sounds of common) day. The irksome town and its control, We’ll leave them all and fly away. To seek refreshment for the soul ; A quiet spot, of course, dear wife, But with a pier or two (no more) fc Where we can see a little life, And hire a donkey on the shore. —Ooulson.
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Cromwell Argus, Volume XLIII, Issue 2287, 4 March 1912, Page 7
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169THE HOLIDAY MAKER. Cromwell Argus, Volume XLIII, Issue 2287, 4 March 1912, Page 7
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