Song Of The New Guinea
pp. 31-32 · Read in the full issue
Miner
Rafting over rivers, paddling through the creek.
What is it you look for; what is it you seek ?
Often tired and weary, often sick at heart — But eager every morning to make an other start.
What’s it drives, you on, Dad? Look, you’re old and grey; Is there no such thing for you as “call ing it a day”; ♦ * * You may be quite young, lad, or whether you’re 'old — Once you’re under the spell of that
bright beauty Gold, You serve her for life.
The wife that you love, the home that you made, She lures you from them, the hard jealous jade.
She promises Heaven! One taste of her lips, And the jade knows you’ll never be happy with sips.
But to drink full and plenty you always will try, Until the time comes when you lie down to die.
Hold back from the siren; be off while you may.
It’s not for a year, it’s not for a day, She holds you for life.
Helena M. Rex.
“11TE shall never forget them or their V? many acts of kindness”, says Mr.
George Dromgold, author of “Two Lugs on a Lugger”, in a letter from Cali fornia, referring to numerous friends in Papua. “Our dear old Mel Ward, fear less and lovable stalker of night-prowl ing crabs, is at present away on a five months’ cruise on ‘H.M.A.S. Moresby’, as guest of the Australian Government. He will have an excellent opportunity to study and collect in West Australian waters”.