MAN WANTED.

Star (Christchurch), Issue 16811, 14 August 1922, Page 6

MAN WANTED.

(By WALT MASON.) I sometimes wish that I could find a patient man and strong, a fellow of receptive mind, wlioVl listen all day long, while I relate how tough I feel, describe the aches and pangs that torture me from roof to heel, and hurt my ancient fangs. I know' it- isn’t good or wise to tell such tales as these to neighbour people, who despice all stories of disease. The cops at once impatient gTow, when T get on their beat, and spring my narrative of woe, of aching head and feet. I tried it on a crippled gent who could not get away, and on my head his staff was bent; it spoiled for both a day. And strangers, when they hear me talk, remark, “You are n bore; you’d better take a good long walk and come this way no more.’ And yet T feel the pressing need of some on© who will hear my tales of vitals gone to seed, of toothache in my ear; of all the divers aches and pains my system can disclose; of fever in my seething veins and chilblains in my nose. I’d pay a man a decent wage if he would calmly sit and listen to me while T rage about my latest fit. But no one seems to want the job, men sigh and turn it down ; T’ve offered it to everv swab who bangs around the town. The poorest fellow shakes his head, and says, with aspect sour. “ No! Either you or I’d be dead before you’d talked an hour.”