THE PRICE OF LIFE.

Star (Christchurch), Issue 20001, 17 July 1920, Page 8

THE PRICE OF LIFE.

(With apologies to Longfellow.) Tell me not in coded number* . j >s more expensive now, And the firm is dead that slumbers If low costs they still allow. j® rea L Gain is earning j I)a , n krupt’s not its goal Bread cast on waters ’’-and returning Docs not mean our banking roll. Much enjoyment, and no sorrow Is out chiofest aim in life; And to act that each to-morrow binds us further from all strife. Credit’s long and time is fleeting And our hearts, though stout and brave. Uften see with quickened beating Customers laid in their gravo. In tho business field of battle, In tho push to make more gold We’re no dumb and driven cattle. What wo want we grab and hold Lives of profiteers remind us Wo can make our fortune too, And departing leave behind us Cost-prints that they can't construe. Cost-prints, that perhaps another, Sailing o'er life's business main, Will try and copy—then our brother Will bo brought to court again. Yet wo still arc up and selling grout hope for future fate; Though the lesser gain is telling, It perhaps will pay to wait. —Norman Mackenzie.