DRUGS.

Star (Christchurch), Issue 16816, 19 August 1922, Page 10

DRUGS.

BY WAIJT MASON. We buy punk drugs in large stone jugs, in bottles and in cases, to cure our ills we buy green pills and pour them in our faces. We drink down suds distilled from buds. stovewood and water lilies, consume much dope and vaguely hope that it will cure the willies. The doctor romps through dismal swamps and gathers toadstools blooming and makes a brew of mottled blue for invalids’ consuming. The learned men chase to every place in search of drugs to cure us : they boil up rock, make pills of chalk, that they may reassure us. The faith and hope we place in dope no knowledge ever throttles; wbat faith we have in pills and salve and everything in bottle! Tbe wise men say, u Throw drugs away and you’ll be feeling better than if you drink some bottled ink or something worse and wetter. Eat wholesome food, like oatmeal stewed, gp roostward with the chickens, quit chewing pills and soon your ills will vanish like the dickens.” The learned men speak, their wise words leak through lips that spring no folly ; but all things sane give us a pain and cause us melancholy. We pin our hope on bottled dope on pills in crates and baskets ; we’ll drink our drugs from flasks and jugs until we’re in oui' caskets.