By C. J. DENNIS.
REPLYING to criticism of certain
passages in his latest book, an Aus- tralian author (Mr. Bernard Cronin) has declared that there are slums in the Australian bush as well as in the
"TORKIN' o' slums," said Dusty Dick,
"An' 'ard-up country dwellers; This 'igh-falutin' makes me sick
Among them city fellers.
Four walls, a bunk, a box or two
Does me. Shirt, boots an' trouse's. I ain't extravagant like you
With fancy duds an' 'ouses.
"Take them swell boots you're wearin'
Tho' I'm a fair 'ard walker,
I wouldn't pay that price, no'ow.
Mine? Nine bob, off the 'awker."
"But wait a bit," his friend replied,
"Don't let this git confusin'.
I bet your boots ain't lined inside?
Thought so. Well, son, you're losin'.
" 'Cos why? Cos cheap boots might'n'
No; that ain't nothink funny But I saves in another way
Where you does in your money.
Good boots don't wear good socks out
Your cheap 'uns rubs an' tears em." "Got you again!" cried Dusty Dick,
"Wot? Socks? I never wears 'em!"