"WHIPPING THE CAT."

Star (Christchurch), Issue 10926, 15 November 1913, Page 6

"WHIPPING THE CAT."

' When you're been and mad© a bloomer What's the use of lookin' blue? Laugh and face the chaps around yer— They hare done far worse than you. Don't let others see yer chewin' 'Cause yer head won t fit yer hat; Knock off mopin'—and bo doin' Anything but whip the cat. Lordl it makes us feel quite fishy When our mate harps on the " Wish he Hadn't been and Viewed his money on that little lfirst he had." And the theme of every sentence Is a forty pound repentance For the paltry three-and-tenpence spent in beer that made him bad. Put away those priest-made notions That "mankind was made to mourn" : That " we're only here to fit us For a brighter, happier morn." This is all the life we're sure of; Laugh—and chance the life elsewhere ! Our sole duty on the earth is To bo happy while we're here. So, when you're been gotting beerful, Don't sit whining, glum arid tearful. Keep your pecker up! look cheerful! Paste thjs maxim in your hat: When your sin's worth only tenpence, Don't waste pounds in rain repentance : Keep your eye on this short sentence—- " Life's too short to whip the cat." —Charles J. Lowell/