BETTER DAYS.

Star (Christchurch), Issue 16352, 15 February 1921, Page 6

BETTER DAYS.

(By

WALT MASON.)

For long, long months we’ve lived to spend, but now our orgy sees its end, and better 'days begin; the man who has a bunch of bones now asks himself, in stentor tones, “ Why should I blow tTiem in J Why feed my money to the cows when S’onder savings bank allows a seemly interest Too long, too long I’re thrown away the shining plunks I drew as pay, and hit a gaudy gait ” And now the merchant princes rise, and say to clerks and kindred gays, “ Our prices must come down ; so let's reduce some picayunes on every pair of pantaloon*, and every velvet gown.’* And all the hungry profiteers are doubtless filled with sordid fears, as they size up their rolls; doomed is the graft thej' long have held, the easy marks have all rebelled and they must hunt their holes. An end to profiteering erimes would come, I’ve said, in countless rhymes, and raaDv a deathless screed, when people, sane again once more, refused to purchase at the store the junk they did not hood. And now that happy day has come, or all the signs are on the bum, and all the omens punk; and father, when 'no draws his wage, won't seek the marts, in noble rage, to Ijloav his bottom plunk