HIS LITTLE BIT!
THE PLIGHT OF THE AVERAGE TAX-PAYER
"Save something for a rainy day"; The moral maxim said; "Or when misfortune comes your way, You'll beg for lack of bread." I gave up all my days to thrift, And hoarded up my "hoot" — Now m my "loot" there is a rift That makes its music mute.
First the War Loan claimed its pickle, And the Income Tax its share; ■ When the rentlord took his mickle Sure my pockets were but bare. Now food's so dear, there's not a doubt, I'm grown so weak and thin, I fear I'll knock my life right out, In hopes to keep it m!
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NZ Truth, Issue 685, 27 July 1918, Page 1
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110HIS LITTLE BIT! NZ Truth, Issue 685, 27 July 1918, Page 1
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