WHAT MIGHT HAPPEN.
This morning as slowly I crept nut of lied The funniest thing just popped into my head; I wondered whatever the day would be like If mother, our mother, should go on a strike. Then, who would sew on all the buttons T lose, And who would untangle the strings in my shoes Oh. I "guess that I know what our house would be like If mother, our mother, should go out on strike. And if that should happen, I just wonder who Would help me to hurrv, and what would I do For breakfast each morning, and where would I dine Should she go on strike, this dear mother of mine ? —From Edna Stark. Motumnoho (age 8)^
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New Zealand Herald, Volume LXVII, Issue 20722, 15 November 1930, Page 4 (Supplement)
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