(It will not be the habit of this column to throw flowers at itself; but when an unsolicited testimonial such as the following comes along we hate to waste it despite our blushes).
Yes!!! So we will Throw care away, If for no other reason than that 'twill Delight our brother. We'll gaily "mooch" along in tram and train, And ever one of us will look in vain For weary laborers of brawn or brain. There will not be Papers to go around. Oh yes, you'll see!... Husbands will hurry home as if for life Gladly to read to each delighted wife The little things That C.J.D. so humorously sings All discord and all gloom we'll strive to smother, Rejoicing that we have so bright a brother.
To which we reply:-
Spurred by such praise we shall endeavour To some day write a thing that's really clever But, at the same time, don't forget my brother, Even a scribe grows dull some time or other And if, at times, this column waxes dreary Please realise that we, sometimes, grow weary. Even old Homer nods, they say We're in a rather nodding mood today.
The Mooch of Life
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