RIVERTON RACING CLUB.

Southland Times, Issue 21650, 11 March 1932, Page 4

RIVERTON RACING CLUB.

To the Editor. Sir, —This is an imaginary conversation between a man and his conscience. Citizen’s Conscience: I hear you object to the'Riverton Racing Club stables. Citizen: Oh, no. C. C.: Well there is an effusion of some sort, or other over your name about them. C.: Oh, I wrote that. C.C.: But you said you didn’t object to the stables. C.; I don't object to the stables. It’s the übiquitous flies they will collect that I object to. C.C.: Oh the flies. Hm! Hm! Have-you an axe to grind? C.: Oh, not at all. I am thinking of the school children. C.C.: But haven’t, you any closer interest ? C.: Well it’s in the centre of the town. C.C.: But there is a pig-stye near where the stables are going to be. C.: Oh, but pigs arc such nice clean animals. C.C.: Sez you. C.: Yep, sez me. C.C.: But haven’t you got a real personal interest in this matter? C.: We-e-e-11, I have a house property near there. C.C.: Oh-h - - At this point Conscience drops dead, and Citizen dramatically pointing to the corpse declaims: Oh, that the Riverton Racing Chib Executive were like thatExeunt: Citizen, Flies, Fleas and Flit. —I am, etc., WILLIAM SPOKESHAVE.