WATCHING IT GROW.

Manawatu Times, Volume XL, Issue 13581, 21 December 1916, Page 7

WATCHING IT GROW.

A Song of C. & C/s. (By MALT WILSON.) Most poete love to sing the praise of pretty plants a-growing; half fallling in a wonder maze at gay red roses blowing. An when they see (a lofty tree, they hurriedly get rhyming, producing yards of eulogy about its steady climbing. Now I've commenced an all-new wheeze for verses terse but glowing; -my theme to-day is C. & C.'s —the place that's always growing. While blowing past this week leach day, I've watched the papulation, attacking (as the cables say) the front in mass formation. I think myself the costumes sweet were forming salients deadly, and truly, I may never meet, a more delicious medley. 1 took my stand and stood at ease, and thought of all the graces and hosts of things at C. &. C.'s I'd see at next week's races. And boots — well —there were rows and lines and mobs and squads and legions, from dinky twos to solid nines for use in farming regions. I didn't go where hosts of things made one department white; no righteous poet ever sings of things worn out of sight. I got a jolt tcf see the ties, and shirts and hats and braces; I hope I draw a Xntas prize from these before the races. For usually a* Xmas time, I land a mass of fribbles, of thingumbobs and gew-gaws prime and junk in drabs and dribbles. This year I've passed a winsome hint that wartime makes us careful; that socks and suirts of summer tint best meet my wishes prayerful. One army corps at C. & C.'s for Xmas gloves were vying; and gloves arc dinkum things to pleast; wlierT someone does the buying. I see I'm very far away from where this rhyme got going—l started in to do a lay, in joyful praise of growing. I "11 end this song or C. & C. 's on Xmas Eve while eating ice-creams of white or bright cerise, the evening's joy conplcting. And when next Xmas Eve comes round and childish faces glowing you'll find my prophecy was sound, and 0. & C.'s still growing.