CORRESPONDENCE.

Waipa Post, Volume III, Issue 135, 9 August 1912, Page 3

CORRESPONDENCE.

I Out correspondents opinions are thei-i own; the responsibility of editorial items makes sufficient ballastJor the. editors shoulders. It is necessary that all lellers for publication should bear the name of the writer — not necessarily fOl publication, but as evidence of good faith.)

TO THE EDITOR. SIR,— My heart swelled with pride when I started to read Mr A. George’s letter in your issue of 30th July, but words cannot describe the feeling ot awe and veneration that descended upon me when I came to'’ his pre-obitu-ary notice. He is indeed a doughty champion to have called forth. Like a valiant “ Knight of Progress " he comes spurring forth to the battle, but, alas for ancient chivalry, he allies himself not with the weak and oppressed but with the strong and powerful. With a touch of true imperial splendour he orders tne trembling victim to the “ destructor,” and then spoils it all by calling him a “ ci'ab ” and saying he progresses backwards. 1 cannot how opposition to loan proposals can be charac terised as “progressing backwards.” At the worst it is only standing still, and so far as the crab is concerned, I always thought these fascinating crustaceans walked sideways not backwards. It is awfully good of him to suggest a system that will bring me up to “concert pitch.” I am beginning to feel the want of a “pick-me-up” of some sort. I have not the slighest objection to other people increasing the value of the block of land he thinks lam holding on to. There is nothing like mutual self help. One would think, to hear Mr George talk, that tne world was composed of philantropists like himself, spending their lives working for other people’s good, guiding them through the tortuous paths of municipal finance, and leading them on to death or victory with the happy assurance in either case of really first-class obsequiis. Had the great poet Tennyson been a subscriber to your paper he never would have ; caused the bold Sir Bedivere to say :

For now I sec the true old times are dead, When every morning broughtja noble

. chance, AnJ every chance brought out a noble knight.

—I am, etc., „ ' True Progress