WEARY OF VIRTUE.

Star (Christchurch), Issue 16366, 3 March 1921, Page 6

WEARY OF VIRTUE.

(By

WALT MASON.)

For months I save the dollars with energy sublime, and wear old shoes and collars to save another dime. For months I am a student of thrift in every guise; I am so beastly prudent I make men blink their eyes. I preach on self-denial beneath my own rooftree, till life becomes a trial to all who live with me. For months I keep on raving about the penny gained ; then I get sick of saving, by thrift my soul is pained. And so I blow my money as though I had no sense, and live on milk and honey, regardless of expense ; I patronise the tailor and buy a fordmobile, and like a jingled sailor I burn the hard-earned wheel. Then, tired of misbehaving, I gentlj’- simmer down, and once again I’m saving the guilder and the crown. And such a course seems dotty to people safe and sane, who think such orgies naughty, and villainous and vain. But saving, though a virtue, may soon become a fault that’s bound to badly hurt you, unless you call a halt before the shining dollar" to you seems so immense that all the world looks smaller than its circumference. The thrifty man i 3 wiser than is the spendthrift jake; but, oh, the greedy miser I He makes my innards ache.