MAME MONOLOGUES.

Evening Post, Volume CXII, Issue 50, 27 August 1931, Page 8

MAME MONOLOGUES.

To-day you encounter Mistrest M'Clancy in one of her serious moods. She has been looking the world crisis over, and finds it hard to contemplate. But, just when, you are prepared t» Bee her burst into tears her natural optimism pops up its head ;.. just likij thi& . ■ . Mornin 1, me dear. ■ I'm well-V-fit, But troubled in me mind a bit About a lotter things jest now* Honnest, I can't make out nohow Why heverything is goin' dud With this ole silly lump of-mud. Who's done it's what I wanter know—« Who made the "bloomin' wheels go slow? Answer.- me that. Some 'opeleßS looa' Predicks the world will fizzle soon. He sez tins 'ere infernual slump Is,the noise end'of Gabble's,trump,An' that we'd better watch-'n'-pray " ' Preparin' for the Judgment Day. * Fll take a risk on that, ole dear, For while we're 'ere—well, aren't we 'er«f Of course it is. Which shows you've gotTo laugh at all that tommy-rot. '.' ' It all boils down to this, I guess, The world is in a 'owlin' mess. If we don't 'ang together, we Will jolly well 'ang sepratery. Unity is the watchword which Will pull us Jeadfirst from the ditch. Little N.Z.s got. wise to that ' (Her ole bus tires was goin' flati, • Scullin, P.M., is 'ard at it ' ■ Making Australia doer bit, Convertin': people to their ways So they may come by better days. An' England, too, our Motherland (May she for ever hupright stand!); " ' As likewise 'ad to do the same ' To save "or honnerable name, ' And keep the Froggies 'n' the Yanks From playin' 'opscotch ,with 'er b'anki. Ho hum! Hexcuse me gaping yawn, .it's always dark before the dawn.