FOR PETE’S SAKE!

Grey River Argus, 18 February 1942, Page 7

FOR PETE’S SAKE!

“Scrap metal inspectors, after examining the iron gates at the Woicestershire home of Lord Baldwin, scheduled them for munition making, but Lord Baldwin, wishing to retain them because of their artistic meiit, appealed to the district pane! committee. The Press Association states that the gates will not be taken for munition making.”—New Zealand Press Association.

I’d heard about the Pearly Gates, On guard at which, so rumour states, St. Petei’ acts as sentry. 'Tis there we have to join the queue Of souls, and pass before his view Before we can gain entry.

And now I read of Iron Gates, Concerning which Earl Baldwin states, “It has artistic merit And though munitions are required And therefore iron is much desired, I’m sorry: I can’t spare it.” St. Peter, watching from on high, Says to Baldwin, “When you die I’ll bar the Gates of Heaven. For you, your nation’s cry don’t heed, And in the country’s hour of need, Won’t give YOUR 1 gates to Bevin.” There are many of his kind — Artistic tastes and selfish mind — They wear an old school tie. And though the enemy is near Their effort’s always in low gear While hosts of workers die.

They try to keep their gates intact, And though their country is attacked They fight to keep their profit. With well-filled purse and portly girth, They talk as if they own the earth, Under they shuffle off it. They get their country in a mess, They’ve had such friends as Rudolph Hess, They are the Municheers. And when from office they’re removed Because their uselessness ic proved, We make the blighters peers. Buy the day is coming fast, When old school ties will, all lose caste And Earls will lose their Gates. Ties will be of bright red hue And there’ll be nothing else in view, But Socialistic States. , —R.H.