AN IMPUDENT IMPOSTOR

NZ Truth, Issue 579, 22 July 1916, Page 5

AN IMPUDENT IMPOSTOR

The wily wowser Is now adopting a new role. He has cast off the smug and sober garments of tho ultra-meek and now blossoms forth as the keen, commercial man, intent <>v saving the Nation with mouthings about "economy." In other words, the wiry-whlakered ones have dropped their Bible-banging tactics and have started to talk about the financial aspect of "der-rink"; and that closing the pubs at six o'clock will win the war.

As does the little butterfly from its dull chrysalis , Emerge to gaily -Ifluttftr by and. every ■ sweot flower kiss. So shall my soul, dear Lord, evolve, before Thee on Thy throne, Nor shall the world its wowser dread or know it for its own.

My monkey-shave, like winter fur, I'll shed m early spring, My collar, moored abaft my neck, to Thee, dear Lord, I bring. My gamp and tea-pot I shall cast, with smile replace the groan, The wide-world will be wondering, nor know me for its own.

As some foul fiend m horrid mood partakes a fs^y's grace, So shall I change vy morbid phiz — and smiles illumo my face. I shall discard the two-tailed coat, with "checks" my frame adorn, And all the world will worship me— the wowser newly-born.