MARVELS.

Star (Christchurch), Issue 12761, 3 October 1919, Page 5

MARVELS.

(By WALT MASON.)

Every time I run my motor, dodginv through the crowded mart, I remark*! 1 « ie voter who invented such a cart 1 Every time I use the wireless that invention makes a hit; when I use my cooker fireless I’m inclined to throw a nt. When I hear an airplane choochugging through the balmy air, 1 observe, “ There’s something doing, something stirring everywhere!’’ All the world is full of wonders, still they come, an endless troop; Science stands aloft and thunders. “ 1 have scored another scoop 1” Oft I wonder, while pursuing flies that try to use my’brow, what will mortal men be doing in a hundred years from now? Oft I wish that things were ordered so a dead man might come back now and then, from regions bordered bv old Jordan, cold and black; long enough to look around him and behold what men ba.-o done, the pnle white rider touiki him, and his course on earth was run. Granddad uied in ’B/ ; could he come back for a day, see the airships grazing hearen—what would that old gaffer say? But the dead men come back never, and the sleepers can’t keep tab on invention and endeavour, from beneath the graveyard slab.