WASTED ADVICE.

Star (Christchurch), Issue 12404, 23 August 1918, Page 4

WASTED ADVICE.

(By WALT MASON,) If I had taken my advice, and saved, in peaceful times, to-day I’d doubtless have tiro price, all kinds o| useful dimes. But while I urged my friends to save, in deathless prose and verse, for vain and foolish things 1 gave tho contents of my purse. While handing out the wisest words tho statutes would allow, I threw my money to the birds, and fed it to tho cow. If I had taken my advice—’twas couched in ringing rhyme—l wouldn’t now be buying ico two ounces at a time. My steak I’d purchase by the pound, like wise and thrifty gents, and I would not bo chasing round to borrow fifty cents. And I could help the lied Cross game, and buy nine bonds or so, and not bo shivering in shame because I lack the dough. The price of everything I use, goes up, to beat the band; the price of whisker dye and shoes, and hoes to till tho land; tho price goes up, not once or twice—each day wo see it scoot; if 1 had taken my advice, I wouldn’t caro a hoot. I’m in the hole, I’m in the hole, 1 cannot pay my tax, and I’m obliged to buy m'y coal in little peanut sacks. My heart is sad, my feet are ico. I’m weary with disgust, because I laughed at my advice, and burned up all my dust,