BETTER DAYS.

Star (Christchurch), Issue 16582, 15 November 1921, Page 3

BETTER DAYS.

WALT MASON.

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AY hen young 1 worried under the ills that children know; my colic was a wonder. I had nine mumps or so. Then grandma mad© me swallow a sto-up of castor oil ; and life seemed vain and hollow, a thing of tears and toil. If sickness was disaster, the remedy was worse: the taste of oil of castor long weeks could, not disperse. Then all our pills and potions refused to wear disguise. and they stirred up emotions this age can't realise. Then every ailing critter was doomed, to drink a tea. made up of yarbs as bitter as any yarbs can be. Rut science is a dandy, its triumphs never stop; our pills arc nonlike candy, our bitters taste like pop. They used to hold our noses and pry our jaws apart, to pour down noxious doses designed to break the heart. The oldtime methods savoured of martyrs at the stake, but now our dope is flavoured like icing on a cake. And thus the world grows brighter in big and little ways, our burdens all grow lighter, and sunnier our days. My heart is light and tuneful, and full of glee T am. as I consume a spoonful of dope that tastes like ja-nj-