THERE’S NO RULE.

Star (Christchurch), Issue 16365, 2 March 1921, Page 6

THERE’S NO RULE.

(By WALT MASON.) ( Old Gaffer Jinks should be a wreck; 1 for eighty years he’s been on deck ; and when a man has lived that long his cylinders are hitting wrong in thirteen cases out of ten, hut he’s a wonder to all men, for ho is chipper, blithe and spry, and we all stare when lie goes by. And if you ask him for the truth concerning how he’s kept his youth, he/ 11 say, 44 I never smoked or chewed, and no one ever saw me stowed.” Adcl /«his should teach us how to hold the health of youth, which is life’s gold. Bfeware the flagon and the pip© if you would reach an age that’s dip©! But ryow old Gaffer Todd appears, and he hits lived for ninety years, and he’s so brisk and full of pep it thrills us when W 73 see his step. “ How have you dodged,” I ask this Todd, 44 a resting placet beneuth the sod?” “I’ve always clVewed and 6moked,” he says; “ I like a drink, and sometimes three.” Anil thus we learn, so help us Mike, that we should do just as we like, if we would live to wintiy years with supple joints and active gears*. Some men, met Winks, are pie-designed to leave a hundred years behind, and they will see the. journey ill rough makes no diff’rence rphat they