When MacCallum Sleeps.

New Zealand Graphic, Volume XXXIV, Issue 24, 17 June 1905, Page 17

When MacCallum Sleeps.

•’Sleep -is tit a man what winding up is to a clock.** — gctoupruliauvi*. 1 have hen id the lion ma ring. I haw bear J a drowning .veil. But to bear MavCalliini snoring is a sound As it comes from depths unfat homed at the evening’s getiCc close. For M .i-i.t Hum's nasal organ diapasons from his tors; Ami iikv infant peals of thunder with a rumbling choked and vile. Is the great Marl ’allums slumber— Champion Snorer of Argyle. 1 have heard the i o.k-bonnd coast-line booming hack the angry sea. And a can of shaken pebbles—they are nii’si • matched with thee. As thy lusty leathery larynx grinds a pandemonic mdse Til! each bone within thy framework holds a trembling eqtiipose. I have watched thy heart. MacCalhtm, and have watched it with a smile. Like a plumber for a hurst pipe Champion In th.« sound of wihl Kilbrannan. whole tile whales ami pollocks play. There is always storm al midnight, though there may be calm all day: AX II ere the storm comes from we know not, any more than where it goes. But there’s deep suspicion pointing to the great M.icCallum s nose: For from caverns in his bosom to his loft and peristyle Gusty breezes start in tumult—Champion Snot er of Argyle. Years ago the mighty Calhim “at the herring** made a pile. And he hurt a solid dwelling, in the best masonic style; But it soon became a ruin. Callum raxed It wit li a sum: Now his soporific murmurs arc conducted on its door. He erupts like any crater: lie will make Kintyre an isle: lb’s a rock disintegrate! —Champion Snorer of Argyle ! ! —“Punch.”