THE SCIENTIFIC AGE
(By Gclett Burgess.) When I was married to my wife, I shared her sweet domestic labours; We led a simple country life And were contented with out neighbours. In all tho jobs a housewife finds I always was adept and certain; I fixed the catches on the blinds And quelled tbe savage window-curtain To fit a stovepipe in the wall. To make a shelf or mend a table— These really were not tasks at all To one mechanically' able. But when we moved to town, alas! I found my talents much diminished; A city man must join a class In engineering, ere he’s finished! X fear the incandescent light, I can not mend the radiator; It never seoras to he quite right— Our chemical refrigerator! I can not understand the ’phone, . The vacuum cleaner has me guessing; Tlie tireless cooker makes me groan, Tho electric iron is distressing. I once was handy with my tools. But now I fuss about and blunder; Too late to learn these modern-rules; I simply pay the bills—and wonder! -"Homs Journal.”-
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New Zealand Times, Volume XXXIII, Issue 7914, 25 September 1911, Page 11
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179THE SCIENTIFIC AGE New Zealand Times, Volume XXXIII, Issue 7914, 25 September 1911, Page 11
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