Works in the Herald 1929
9. COLLINS PLACE
As I went over Collins Place --
Where thunder of the Press pursues --
I passed a man whose eager face
Framed fittingly a nose for news.
Tremendous tales of fleeting things
Informed his mind. He smelled of ink.
He knew the secret hearts of Kings,
And what, tomorrow, men would think.
Hot urgent tales of all the earth,
From frozen pole to Timbuctoo --
Strife, shipwreck, murder, death and birth --
He knew about them all, he knew.
Yet, as he passed me, hasting by
With tidings of a nation's fate,
He paused a little while to cry
"Hey, what's the date?."
Herald, 16 February 1929, p8