Works in the Herald 1929
13. SWANSTON STREET
As I went over Swantson Street --
Bewildered in that crowded place --
A restless man I chanced to meet
Who waved his great arms in my face,
Like some grave robot rooted there,
With gestures wide and most absurd
He turned about and sawed the air;
Yet, seeming dumb, he spoke no word.
Now, with a movement passionate
He thrust an arm before his girth
As one who, irked by iron fate,
Renounces all this wicked earth;
And now, as men in Caesar's day
Gave greeting, raised it to its top.
So I'd no choice. One must obey
The traffic cop.
Herald, 27 March 1929, p8