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Just So.

The Editor of the Northland Age, Announces his intent, To try for Bell’s four-fifty quid And stand for Parliament To enable all to hear his views And see his ironic smiles, He’ll travel up and down the North Almost two million miles. I think this is a little stretched This North is full of fliers I put it down that the ozone Their imagination fires. And then there’s those five millions odd, Of potholes in the roads, Which gives the motorists a bump And to bad language goads. He’s going to get them catalogued And he’s going to get ’em filled A job which wants attending to Before someone is killed. There’s also that three million

pounds, The Colonel promised us, He’s going to get sent up by train A nd by a special bus. Now, by the time he’s finished all that for this electorate, He’ll have smiles upon his face And a halo round his pate. So electors do not think it is all kid, Or that he’s a pulling of our legs But all who are sore with Bell Start saving up your eggs. “The Little Joker.”

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Northland Age, Volume 28, Issue 55, 29 June 1928, Page 7

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Just So. Northland Age, Volume 28, Issue 55, 29 June 1928, Page 7

Just So. Northland Age, Volume 28, Issue 55, 29 June 1928, Page 7