Report To The South

MORITA’S out in the garden Doing the flowers for me; But Morita’s feeling for color, And mine, do not agree.

Orange and purple and yellow Are a little against the grain: ‘‘How nice to have native servants . . ’.’

But I have to do them again.

Tauria’s out in the kitchen Making a cake for me.

He knows there’s a cup of sugar— He knows the eggs number three.

But he “loses” the baking powder And the flour that he’s using is plain: “How nice to have native servants . .

But I’ll have to make it again.

Lukabai’s down by the river Doing the washing today; And Lukabai’s making the starch In his own particular way.

But those with a feel for these matters From starch in the socks refrain: “How nice to have native servants . . .”

But I’ll have to wash them again.

The Joneses are coming tomorrow The Joneses are coming to stay— And three little houseboys are scrubbing And cleaning the house all the day.

I’ve got a cold and a headache, I sneeze and I scarcely can see: “How nice to have native servants . . .”

From my bed I’m inclined to agree.

Noelle Taylor.

Mr. James Burns, chairman of directors of Burns Philp & Co., Ltd., with Mrs.

Burns, were passengers on the new Orient liner “Orcades” when she left Sydney for the United Kingdom at the end of January. On the day before they sailed, their only daughter, Miss Margaret Burns, was quietly married to Mr. Brian J. D. Page, of Sydney. After the cere mony, Mr. and Mrs. Burns entertained at a small luncheon party at the Aus tralian Club.