JIM THE MILKER.

NZ Truth, Issue 120, 5 October 1907, Page 6

JIM THE MILKER.

That great reformer Mr McGruther came down from Taranaki to consult me and the bosses wife m regard to what some Taterdemalions from the cow spanking country said. Mr McGruther takes a wide view on these matters and said to me, Goard Jim did yer ever here the like. ? child slavery, man. it is awful, it would make yer heart sore to see little children with sores on their hands while there bare feet is cracked m great gaps.. God Jim it is awsome. Then the bosses wife said what should be clone with the coves that represent these slave districts ? should they not be held up to scorn so that the public could gase on their infamy ? These brutes know full well that the children are being murdered m hundreds. They know- it, but they are afraid of the noble farmer, good old McGruther points out that if the cow spanking members of the house was to open their mouths on this disgraceful question his nibs the noble farmer aforesaid would sack them. Then what would they do ? They would not earn ten shillings a week even at their own trade, milking, but some of them jaws and jaws to the backbone, alias the farmer, who being very stupid and selfish imploys these tinkers to yell m the house about the splendid "times that the little ones have m Taranaki. The bosses wife tells me that she has seen them, the same jockers, screwing a cows tail till the joints cracked to git an extra pint out of them. Yes it is further shown that their greed has gone to such an extent that they they inject several gallons of water into the unfortunate animals every night so that they ma*- reap a larger return from their unnatural capers. Me friend McGruther thinks that the only cure is floggingf and every dairy farmer should be well flogged from Auckland to the Bluff, say fifty lashes every Tuesday and Friday. Yet hear these villians talk about the decreasing birthrate, what is the use of bringing kiddies into this world to be slain by the unnatural dairy farmer and the fat man. Now going from one class of villian to another yer must know that the parson takes the cake, he is not content, no he slanders the people who pay him his wages, slanders the Dominion and generally conducts bisself like a beast. It is not long since Judas Gibbs proclaimed m his little tin pot way that all coveswere heathens and Holy Moses North backed him up by saying that the whole push of lis was going to hell. Well let me inform yer that they .are liars, we are not heathens, the only heathens are the parsons, the real blasphemers. Verily yer know them by their monkey heads. Thank Gord nobody cares a curse about them, they are a laughing stock through the land. I was pleased to see the other day that Kennedy Macdonald gave them a jab m the eye, he put them down at their full value. He did not call them liars, no, he simply said that they were romancers, and so they are. Yer hear parsons skite about gambling if it is a poor people playing for a penny, but no word about the fat cove, the landlord, the usurer. Oh, the landlord who forces several families into even one room besides the lodger, and where insest, harlotery and other abominations are rampant. But catch Mr Parson lifting up his voice agin that, oh no if he did the fat man would take him by the nose and kick him, and yer parson is taking no risks, he is clothed m purple and fine linen and don't give a damn for the poor, not him,, My : oath he is a daisy. JIM THE MILKER.