Works in the Herald 1929
7. SPENCER STREET
As I went over Spencer Street,
Where traffic tears the tortured air,
A puzzled man I chanced to meet
Who gazed upon the station there --
A stranger, as his mein proclaimed,
He wore a most bewildered air,
As one lost in a city famed
For buildings fine and beauty rare.
"Fairest Queen City of the South."
I saw him sadly shake his head,
What time he gazed with open mouth
Upon a corrugated shed,
A pile of rare antiquity
Where busy traffic goes and comes.
Then, brightening, he said to me,
"Show me your slums."
Herald, 5 February 1929, p4