FED UP!

Evening Post, Volume XCVIII, Issue 140, 11 December 1919, Page 7

FED UP!

(By "No. 1367890.")

Great words, aren t they? You remember Bairnsfather s Bill and Alf got fed-up. And Bill, the old walrus, wasn't easy fed up, was he? We all get fed up, don't we—sometimes that fed up that if we could kick ourselves we would, wouldn't we? What makes us get fed up? I think we most get fed up on make believe. We pride ourselves that we are Just tlie Fellow; in fact, the only pebble on the beach. Somebody pricks that bubble, and we get fed up. - Are you going to prick the bubble on the 17th? Aren't you getting fed up with all this hot-air that is being talked? Aren't you . fed-up with .Mr. Eraser's promises of an El Dorado—a new haven where we can, figuratively speaking, be tailor models, when we will only have to work about five hours a day, where the other fellow will be just as good as another fellow, and where women won't be jealous, and where all will have silk and satins, and there will be no sackcloth and ashes.

Think it out—doesn't it make you feel fed-up? Will it work out? Maybe you're a horny-handed son of toil, and you have visions of your own Rolls-Royce: your special brand of cigar, and' an aeroplane. If Peter Fraser's, Harry Holland's, and Robert Semple's views stand for anything, that's what they stand for. . Doesn't it make you tired—doesn't it make you fed-up?

• When we will all be as one community all' doing useful work—and even the smoke will go up straight, and never have a smut on the week's washing. Are you going to this Promised Land of Peter Fraser's, Harry Holland's, and Robert Semple's—not forgetting Webb's. Where even the birds will whistle ono tune —the Red Flag. It sounds like a musical extravaganza, doesn't it? But if you believe _in what they say, and what they promise, it is what you ought to expect. Doesn't it make you fed-up? The theory is perfect, but how does it work out in practice? Make a mental picture, and work the problem out for yourself.

If this community, self-created by the Extremists, is going to be such a Heaven on Earth,' why don't they practise what they preach? Why don't they let the peaceful community of Wellington Central hear Pirani speak? Are they so afraid that Peter Fraser, one of their favourite apostles, 'is going to be beaten, and that all their rosy dreams will end as a kiddie's soap bubble? Would Pirani prick their bubble, and the illusion vanish?

Doesn't it make you feel fed-up? At three meetings of three different political candidates, in three different district, the camo forces have been seen. They have not been to listen; they have come to interrupt; and alas for that heaven-born community of _eter Fraser's, Harry Holland's. Bob Semple's (not forgetting Paddy Webb's), they are to be three members of it. Thoy follow Peter's creeds. I can imagine what a peaceful community it is going to' be with them in it. So can those electors who have attended the meetings. .

JPeter Fraser and Robert Semple have hitched their waggon to a star—not to tlie Star of tlie*East, but to some other star that nobody knows what of. But I am afraid that even the most amateur watersider would find fault with the hitch. It woudn't even hold a bootlace together.

According to the Extremists this country is only a second-rate country It wasn't worth fighting for. For the last month they have talked to you about Queensland—how ' cheap you can live there, how much money you can put in tlie saving banks, and how a National Government (which wants to borrow a million and a-half, and can't get it) looks after and tends to the wants of its inhabitants. Why not give these Extremists a chance of getting there? Why stand in their way? Why as k them to stop in this country when they aro fedup with it? Why don't you get fed-up?