507. A Woman's Way Women is strange. You take my tip; I'm wise.
I know enough to know I'll never knowThe 'uman female mind, or wot su'prise
508. Hist! Hist! . . . . . . Hark!
The night is very dark,And we've to go a mile or so
509. Tea Talk 'Excuse me if I sit on you,' the cup said to the saucer.
'I fear I've been here all the afternoon.''Spare excuses,' said the saucer; 'you have sat on me before, sir.'
510. Swingin' Douglas There's a breeze about the mountains, it is singin' in the trees
A song to mock the little men who chose to live at ease,Or play at toil or pleasure where their fellows crowd and push;
511. George Jones Reflects It's up an' down, as me father said,
An' his as went before him Good days could never turn his head
512. Convalescence Underneath a tree I lie,
Watching with lack lustre eye,All those little trivial things
513. The Push Becos a crook done in a prince, an' narked an Emperor,
An' struck a light that set the world aflame;Becos the bugles East an' West sooled on the dawgs o' war,
514. Moonlight I love you, dear, o' morn and moon.
I love your ev'ry mood and guise;But, neath the soft, enchanting moon,
515. Our Black Brudder O, fellow Australians, listen, attend:
We must cease our contemptuous swearingAnd cursing and sneering at Bull's colored friend,
516. Cosmic Comic Relief Sadly sobbing, sadly sobbing,
Rolls the restless wireless sea,Where the wireless waves go bobbing
517. West 'I've seen so much uv dirt an' grime
I'm mad to 'ave things clean.I've seen so much uv death,' 'e said --
518. The League Of Youth There was never a hint, when I was a boy,
That the joy of the wilds might bring man joy;Never a thought that a wild thing slain
519. Cataclysm We curse our lot; we gird at fate;
Like peevish children we complain;Hope dies, and life grows desperate
520. Out West 'I've seen so much uv dirt an' grime
I'm mad to 'ave things clean.I've seen so much uv death,' 'e said
521. A Chantey Of Labor's Lost There on the quay sobbed Bones, A.B.,
And he took me by the hand.Says he to me, 'I've quit the sea
522. The Disillusioned Fuse Beneath a lamp in Spring-street, on a recent calm spring night,
I came unwittingly upon a most pathetic sight;A sorry spectacle of woe - a limp, despondent Bloke
523. Pilot Cove 'Young friend,' 'e sez . . . Young friend! Well, spare me days!
Yeh'd think I wus 'is own white 'eaded boy The queer ole finger, wiv 'is gentle ways.
524. The Listening Week This is the listening week of the year
Listening-in.A-cock and alert is the national ear
525. The Singing Soldiers 'When I'm sittin' in me dug-out wiv me rifle on me knees,
An' a yowlin', 'owlin' chorus comes a-floatin' up the breeze Jist a bit o' 'Bonnie Mary' or 'Long Way to Tipperary'
526. Accent Conscious Trouble brews along the border for the word has got around
That blokes an' coves an' coots must mind their tongues;Out about the long dry stages
527. Sari Bair So, they've struck their streak o' trouble, an' they got it in the neck,
An' there's more than one ole pal o' mine 'as 'anded in 'is check;But Ginger still takes nourishment; 'e's well, but breathin' 'ard.
528. Hoch Der Hausfrau! Back to the kicthen, mein Gretchen!
Back to the scullery, frau!You have dreamed your brief hour of a matriarch's pow'r:
529. Heigh, Ho! Heigh, ho! But they're talking, talking,
As the cold, hard streets we're walkingSeeking work at any wage,
530. Armistice Day 1933 This we have said: 'We shall remember them.'
And deep our sorrow while the deed was young.Even as David mourned for Absolem
531. The Candid Candidate Alfred Ebenezer Jackson was a very earnest man,
Who aspired to be a statesman, and he consequently ranAt a general election as the Candid Candidate,
532. Ignoramus What crass, abysmal ignorance! Forlorn!
Despite his looks, the man must be half-witted!They gasped for air; they gazed on him in scorn,
533. Dad On The Test I reckon (said Dad) that the country's pests
Is this here wireless an' these here Tests.Up to the house and around the door,
534. Forbidden Fruit Eight days to beer! A sigh sweeps thro' the nation
Sweeps like a gale from 'Frisco to New York.('Say! But it's tough, this long anticipation.
535. Bill 'Gentle brother, answer truly,
Tell what you be.But, I pray, tax not unduly
536. The Bulldog Breed 'It's dogged as does it.' They've made it a saying,
A motto to hold in that tight little isle To hold in their fighting and toiling and playing
537. The Old White Horse In olden days the Old White Horse
Stood brave against the sky;And ne'er a teamster shaped his course
538. The Deadly Dummy 'It's the dummy wot done it,' said Bleary Bill.
'As a child I was out o' luck.A kid in me pram, that's wot I am
539. Song Of Snobs When Leonardo was a lad there was a certain set
Who snubbed him most outrageously - in fact, they snub him yet He wasn't in the fashion, so he wasn't in the fold;
540. Christmas Scene To this green place the tourists troop,
By twos, by threes, and group by group,Lads in bright blazers, girls in slacks,
541. Autumn Song With the advent of the Autumn
Trees behave as Nature taught 'em;Maple, Sumach, Plum and Poplar, and the Chestnut known as Horse,
542. The Disagreeable Musician 'E wouldn't play the flute; the sulky cow.
An', after all the trouble that we tookTo try an' cheer,'is spirits up some'ow,
543. My Epitaph Oh, praise me now if you would please
My soul with soothing flatteries.Praise with my living clay agrees.
544. Riding Song Flippity-flop! Flippity-flop!
Here comes the butcher to bring us a chopCantering, cantering down the wide street
DEAR islands of the Orient,
Where Nature's first of love was spent;
Sweet hill-tops of the summered land
Where gods and men went hand in hand
In golden days of sinless earth!
Woe rack the womb of time, that bore
The primal evil to its birth!
It came; the gods were seen no more:
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