THE QUIET LIFE.

Star (Christchurch), Issue 16583, 16 November 1921, Page 6

THE QUIET LIFE.

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WALT MASON.

When village clocks are striking nine, 1 to my room repair, and on my downy couch recline, and throw some nightmares there. And people say, 14 You mins so much, who sleep the hours away! You should wako up and keep in touch with night lift*, which is gay! Then all the live wires are on deck, and bands play jazzy tunes, and you should through the village trek, and blow in come doubloons.” The lights are glaring, white and red, throughout the noisy night, but I have parked myself in bed and there I’m sleeping tight. And in the morning when I read the night-life tales of crime, I say, “ A man must sleep, indeed, to have a highclass time. Bill Jimpson had his pockets picked while looking at a game, and Jasper Jinks was badly licked for smiling at a dame. I see that Boggs, whose car’s a treat, it has such wondrous power, was pinched while coming down the street at forty miles an hour. And Mike was knifed and Pete was shot by gangsters, it is said ; why should a man through dangers trot when he can sleep in bed? Bv night all perils dire are loosed, and evil runs amuck ; sane is the wight who goes to roost when curfew’s hour has struck.”