155. The Battler 'Could you give me a bite to eat?' said he,
As he tarried by my back door.
And I thought of the dull, lean days that be
156. Spots Through The Ages Romance goes out of everything in these days of ill grace,
And even old John Barleycorn grows 'standardised' apace;
Once henchman of gay gallantry, a kindlier part he played.
157. Melba Born to the sun and smiling skies,
And bird-songs to the morning flung,
To joyousness that never dies
158. The Warrior King Albert, King of the Belgians,
Lived for his whole reign thro'
The father and friend of his people,
159. Modern Hygiene 'Mother, may I go in to swim?'
'My dear, you didn't oughter.
I've heard of baths filled to the brim
160. Old Bob Blair I got so down to it last night,
With longin' for what could not be,
That nothin' in the world seemed right
161. In The Doldrums Friends!
Have you, too, noticed that calm which descends
Upon affairs today?
162. Emily Ann Government muddles, departments dazed,
Fear and confusion wherever he gazed;
Order insulted, authority spurned,
163. Mar ''Er pore dear Par.' she sez, ''e kept a store';
An' then she weeps an' stares 'ard at the floor.
''Twas thro' 'is death,' she sez, 'we wus rejuiced
164. Perpetual Motion What (said the poet) should we care
For all this mad world's phantasies,
For rumours rife upon the air
165. King Billy Chips In Boss Oberseer, Dat BULLUMTIN! Goo' day, boss Plurry 'ot!
Bloke tell me writum BULLUMTIN, bin plenty bacca got.
'You Billy, makum writin'-yabber,' bloke he say to me;
166. The Clerk The unsoiled hand, the sleek, black coat,
The senile, ledger-haunted hours,
The knowledge that my freeman's vote
167. Whales The ways of the learned to me are 'Greek,'
And professors and such amaze me.
I know, without trying, the thing they seek,
168. 'the Wonga Pigeon' Men knew and loved my calling in old days
Days ere a bitter wisdom taught me fear.
Trusting and unafraid, I went my ways
169. Bottle-o Benny Chuff! Chuff! Chuff! With a rumble and a rattle,
Waking every echo on the old bush road;
Waking, too, the wonder of the wayside cattle
170. Bird Song Crow
I detest the Carrion Crow!
(He's a raven, don't you know?)
171. The Game 'Ho! the sky's as blue as blazes an' the sun is shinin' bright,
An' the dicky birds is singin' over'ead,
An' I'm 'ummin', softly 'ummin', w'ile I'm achin' fer a fight,
172. The Band Hey, there! Listen awhile! Listen awhile, and come.
Down in the street there are marching feet, and I hear the beat of a drum.
Bim! Boom!! Out of the room! Pick up your hat and fly!
173. The Mellowing Of Joe When the Laborites and Liberals are bickering,
Are a-calling and a-bawling in the House,
And the strangers in the gallery are snickering,
174. The Exception I dance upon the wash-house roof,
And fill my hair with straws,
And from my fellows keep aloof.
175. The Minglers A sight that gives me much distress
Is George without his trousers,
Garbed, scantily, in bathing dress
176. Wangaratta At the meeting of the waters
Where the dark tree shadows play
Wangaratta's sons and daughters
179. Toolangi He was obviously English, in his Harris tweeds and stockings.
And his accent was of Oxford, and his swagger and his style
Seemed to hint at halls baronial. He despised the 'demned Colonial';
180. The Defence Not guilty, yer Honers! I talks to yer straight!
An' I calls it a pretty crook game
An' an 'og of a thing, if the coppers should bring
181. Why! Sisters!
I've thought o'er this until my brain has blisters.
Are you, indeed, such valiant resisters
182. Old Town Types I can not recall his heyday; for I knew him in the day
When his curly hair had thinned a bit, his waxed moustache grown grey.
That he kept the local fruit shop was a trifle in life's plan;
183. The Vision Of things that roam about the bush I ain't got many fears,
For I knows their ways an' habits, and I've chummed with them for years.
For man or beast or gully ghost I've pluck enough to spare;
184. Billy's Policeman I knew a policeman once
And this is true as it ever could be
Who made me feel an awful dunce;
185. Bobbie Gin you're gangin' doon the city
Come next Sabbath afternoon,
An' you'll catch a glimpse o' Tartan
186. Dinner And Dinty He dreaded not dark, nor the lonely road,
For the world, as he knew it, was kind.
Nor threat of the risk, nor necessity's goad
187. The Dove Has A Word With a sprig in my beak, I repeatedly seek
For a spot where a poor bird may rest,
While tumultuous man strives in vain for a plan
188. The Bolshie Nurse He was a man of the union clan
And a Labor secre-tary.
He fell unwell and beneath the spell
189. The Castaway I met a lonely Labor man,
Forlorn and pessimistic:
Who'd not yet fallen 'neath the ban
190. The Growth Of Sym Now Sym was a Glug; and 'tis mentioned so
That the tale reads perfectly plain as we go.
In his veins ran blood of that stupid race
191. The Stones Of Gosh Now, here is a tale of the Glugs of Gosh,
In the end of the year umteen;
Of the Glugs of Gosh and their great King Splosh,
192. Dargo Dargo is a dark-haired lass
Prone to independent ways;
Few men know her, fewer pass,
193. Cuppacumalonga 'Rover, rover, cattle-drover, where go you to-day?'
I go to Cuppacumalomga, fifty miles away;
Over plains where Summer rains have sung a song of glee,
194. A New Damon And Pythias CHARLES:
So, brother, I am out and yu are in.
Farewell, farewell, to all my splendor bright!
195. 'jim' Have you heard the magniloquent, eloquent Jim?
The yogi of Yarra, whose silvery tongue,
In days of his promise won many votes from us,
196. Old Jim Shore He prospered in an olden day
When down the rutted waggon track,
Thro' scenes that seem a world away,
197. To The Boys Who Took The Count See, I'm writin' to Mick as a bloke to a bloke
To a cobber o' mine at the front
An' I'm gittin' full up uv the mullock they poke
198. Dad's Philanthropic Plan I knew an old philanthropist, a farming man was he,
Shrewd at a deal, but still withal a man of charity.
He had three sons - three hefty lads - Josiah, Jim and Joe,
199. The Handicap I think I should suit, for I've knowledge minute
Of all tickets, time-tables, and trains;
All speedings and slowings and comings and goings