A newspaper correspondent suggests that the Customs Department might take a rest from the banning of novels, and turn its attention to some of the luridly illustrated crime magazines, freely imported, and available to any Australian child.
mister editer -- them customs sensers mite treat grown-ups crook, but us littel children trust 'em when we want a bonzer book. Farey tales is pritty silly, nurs'ry rimes is dull and bleak; so me and little playmate Billy save our pennies every week to buy each month a magazeen and, Oo! Ber--lud! you should 'a' seen! such ber--lud! each page is swimmin' wif it. And there's pitchers there all of gansters and their wimmin; corpses, and the 'lectric chair; gailers wif the hanged men chokin'; banduts shootin' off their gats, and the funny p'licemen croakin' wile they kicks 'em in the slats. Goo! and last month there's a tale: "Love-Nest Slayer Goes to Gaol!" you can see his baby doll in her bedroom lyin' there shooted proper, and -- Oo, golly! drefful dead and drefful bare ... that's the stuff to give us laddies. custom sensers know our need. GOO! they would n't let our daddies have such bonzer books to read! Billy and me can get them tho' down at a paper shop we know.
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