Now, since man became a martyr To this economic stress, He has sought relief, in barter, From financial wretchedness; So, dispensing with the banker,

Oh, we might have a marvellous cit… Were we only less keen on cash Less avid for things - more’s the… That fade and are gone in a flash, A city where duffers in my line

So ends a life, lived to the full… Thro’ peace, thro’ war, thro’ hono… From youth unto the closing of his… Lived simply. Yet a giant among… Today steals quietly to seek his r…

Because a little vagrant wind veer… Or else, because a sun-spot stirre… Because some idle god in play brea… The heads of twice two million fol… Patter, patter… Boolconmatta,

Now, children, in this lesson of a… Let us dwell, however briefly, on… Taking cricket, for example, and t… Which, when observed, bring harmon… Of sportsmanship; but, understand,…

O man with a Position, prithee te… How is’t you mould your sal’ried l… Holding in lofty scorn that lowly… Of 'Blokes’ who earn mere 'wages’… Knights of Suburbia, whose only c…

What do they dream about standing… In the windows facing the street? Eyes transfixed in a strange, far… Smiles so ineffably sweet; Lady and gentleman dummies clad

Rashly I shot an arrow in the air… And, as my shaft into the zenith s… I knew ’twas bound to fall some ti… And wondered if ‘twould dropp upon… A certain friend of mine who loite…

‘E calls me Digger; that’s ‘ow ’e… ‘E sez ’e’s only 'arf a man; an’ g… Judged be 'is nerve, I’d say 'e w… Uv me an’ you. Then ‘e digs ’arf a fag out uv 'is…

Brothers, have you observed the ca… Even the leaves of that symbolic p… That denotes peace, political and… By the faintest breath of controve… Is heard,

Now Mr. Jeremiah Bane He owned a warehouse in The Lane, An edifice of goodly size, Where, with keen private enterpris… He sold imported napery

‘Young friend!’ . . . I tries to… ‘E sees me first, an’ ‘as me by th… ‘Young friend!’ 'e sez; an’ starts… At meetin’ me. ‘Why, this,’ ‘e s… Events is workin’ better than I p…

Old Black Jacko Smokes tobacco In his little pipe of clay. Puff, puff, puff, He never has enough

A mysterious cove in the Customs The boss, so to speak, of the Ban I have blamed a good deal; But I wronged him, I feel, Since I’ve come to imagine the ma…

I can conceive no heav’nly bliss More perfectly complete than this: To sit and smoke and idly chew Reflection’s cud, with nought to d… This is, in my pet social plan,