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Evening Post, Volume XCVIII, Issue 144, 16 December 1919, Page 11

BT AHRAtfOBJUBTf.) AN OPEN LETTER.TO MR. PIRANI. All Hail! Pirani!—l remember you years ago as a dauntless fight or who was ultimately overcome, and, I thought, finally overcome, by the gas wave of poisonous commercialism that swept over the politics of New Zealand. When you again unsheathed your sword, and boldly flung yourself into the hottest electorate in New Zealand, you soon let us see what you were at. Only a miracle could win you the seat—yon did not expect that miracle. You were out to show the people of New Zealand that the danger of anarchy was really and truly with-us'; that the astonishing calm of our,social life was only the deceptive calm on the edge of the whirlpool that is wrecking Europe to-day. So you went right into the cage, and you stirred up the Bolshevist until all New Zealand has heard its awful roar, and every sober-minded i elector—and thank God' the bulk of the electors are sober-minded—has sworn a silent oath that the cage door must and shall be kept shut, that the terribl* beast shall not escape, as its father has escaped in Russia—to plunder, to bum, to slay, and to ravish. So that, even if the miracle does not happen, you have served your country well, Pirani. But | to-day, it looks as. if, after all, the miracle may happen. If every mother of a daughter-child in Wellington Central will but kneel to-night over that child as it lies asleep and think for its future; she will go out to-morrow—and in the manths to come her husband will bless her for it—and vote Pirani.—l _„ etc., ' I „ H- C.. ROBINSON". Masterton, 14th December. "Yesterday my throat was a continual reminder of its existence, and my nasal organ was a perpetual nuisance. I took three doses of Baxters Lunc Preserver now my frontal ornament °is a useful member and my throat has ceased from troubling, 'cause the' cold bug is at rest " B. Crawford, 20, Synionds-street, Auckland. 2s 6d bottle, chemist or store.— Advt.