What Parliament Did-- and Whom!!

Maoriland Worker, Volume 13, Issue 31, 1 August 1923, Page 11

What Parliament Did-- and Whom!!

had a merry did time last week. .-It? '-was--a sweet debate about sugar. t|no CjS.R.,. like the Salvation Army, is"* just a system. They grow sugar and refine sugar and sell sugar. If -y*>u ever tried to catch a Wili-6-the-iwisp, you will know what it means to rtry and catch the C.S.R. Company, [Henry, my boy, did you ever try to pick up a glow worm?

' Well, last week we talked sugar. And poor old Bill had a rough spin. : Some three years ago our dark skinned brothers in Fiji asked the Sugar Company for a rise in wages. Have "you read the story of Oliver Twist? It was nothing to it. The Sugar Co. "gasped. The worm had -turned. This cheap labour that they had imported from India asked for a rise! The Sugar Co. laughed. But black brother talked strike. Not only talked strike, but did strike. Remembering how Brother Bill had quelled the waterside strike with junks of .Tasmanian hardwood, they cabled to Bill for help. We had a rusty old tin can they called a ship, so- they put matchine guns on board and called for ; volunteers to help save the women and children. Away rushed the TvVtanikai—or something like that—to fSuva. The women and children were .playing and bathing on the bea^h. :Black brother was away inland somewhere, and so the country was saved ahd another "Deed that Won the Emjpire" was, added to .the long list of brave deeds. i.'- But black brother doesn't read ■newspapers. So he didn't know that there was a band of brave Britishers ready to give the last man ans the last shilling to save the beautiful maiden. Black brother sat tight, Company began, to rave. Black brother .is a Theosophist. Theoso phists don't eat meat. . .Sotheyu-didn't get mad and swear and stamp. They just sat dow_ on the job. They won the strike, and last week the C.S.R. Company told Brother William that N.Z. would pay the piper or get their sweets cut off. Other things were done and if we count our blessings over one by one we ought to be thankful that we weren't done more than we were done.

When the little electric bell rings and the division is taken, it's numbers that count. Henry, dear, it's numbers, that., count. ■ - >Msten—get this into your receiving set: Next year we are in for an election. Do you hear, Henry Dubb? Next year! Bung wants to avoid a. poll on the pub issue. Bill wants to beat Dick's record. Get ready, Hen! On the job. .Become a missionary, Hen! Unite, Hen! Nothing else matters. View with suspicion and a-great deal of suspicion the Labour ,man, or so•ealled Labour man, who is disrupting. Karl Marx said unite! Lenin said unite! And the Vag says unite! You have nothing to lose but your brains. —THE VAG.