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Oh I rock me, Julie; Oh I didn't it rain
Mammy is gone: High water
Old Folks at Home; Poor old joc
River stay 'way from my door; Rockin' Chair
Since you went away; Wid de moon, moon, moon
Pilgrim's Song: Roll the Chariot Along
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WEDNESDAY, Sept. 23, 1994,
TRAFFIC ACCIDENT
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In a Narrow Street; Piccaninny's Shoes
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Blue Prelude; Swing Along
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Snowball; Fat Li'l feller; Shart'nin' bread
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Little man, you've had a busy day: I ain't lazy, I'm just likely to be found when
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Round the bend of the Road; Take me away from the river Hush-a-bye, Lullaby; Got the South in my Soul
Swing Low sweet Chariot: On ma Journey Gloomy Sunday; Honey
B-8438 Shenandoah: Jes' mah Song
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Causes
CAUSES
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In the belief that remedies for traffic accidents will be more the of such accidents have ascertained. the British Ministry of Health recently car- ried out a most thorough analy- xis of 0.289 road inishaps. involving the death of 6,477 persons. This inquiry followed the Shes of a similar investiga- tion in 1933, and it is now in- tended to embark on a census of all necidents, fatal or otherwise, as it is thought that an elucida- tion of how, when-and--why accidents ceur must
Bret Harte's Birthday
Makes Me Long For
T
A POET
OF THE
PEOPLE
HE anniversary of Bret Hurte's birth, which fell last. month-he was born On August 25, 1839-reminds us that modern pucts have lost the knucks of writing poems for the people. They have lost heart, and they have lost their hearts. -
It would, perhaps, have been a miracle if the post-war years of disillusionment and intel- lectual sterility had produced. another poet like Bret Harte, who wrote when adventure was gay and careless and, ap- parently, limitless,
The modern poet is all con- cerned with himself, and he' considers himself imprisoned. Through the bars he grasps at savagery. He Cannot sing, but groans to the beating of a tom- Lorn. Sex makes him writhe: he is obsessed by it and is un- happy.
POSSIBLY the air is our
salvation, rather than our dam- In the air Intion by bombs. there is still adventure, a sense f freedom and romance. May we not be due for a twentieth century Bret Harte who will catch our popular fancy with-
"I reside at Croydon Airdrome, and my name is àfusing Milke; I'm & pretty wood mechanic,.
and i ride a motor-bike.” Do you remember the original Truthful James who lived at Table Mountain? reciter of plain language, and he wished to remark that for ways that are dark and for tricks that are vain the heathen Chinee is peculiar.
He was the
That was a phrase which will Iive long, The people grabbed It, just as they grabbed Kipling's assertion that the Colonel's lady and Judy O'Grady were sisters
ultimately-To-day's Thought-
lead to their reduction, Here in Hongkong. weekly returns of all traflie mishaps are issued; and the thought occurs thit these might be made the basis of careful annual analysis, with the same objects in view. Menn- while, it is of interest to look into the British figures, as it may easily be that the facts revealed are, in large measure, similar to
A TASTE for drawing rooms has spolied more poets than ever did a taste for gutters.
--THOMAS BEER.
IS
says
F. G. H. Salusbury
under their skins, Both have humour, perfect succinctness, and a swing.
Simplicity and song are the secret of the people's poets. They knew the simple emo- tions that are eternal, and they could put them into easily remembered rhythmical form,
Harte got his material and his knowledge of real men, women and children from the roaring, mining days of California, where he went in 1854. Those people and all others saw real types in his verse. He touched their hearts, and made, eple Jingles about homely heroes. Take this about the miner, Flynn of Virginia:--
Thar in the drift,
Back to the wall,
fle held the timbera
Ready to fall;
Then in the darkness
I heard him call: "Run for your life, Jakel Run for your wife's saket
Don't wait for me."
Yes. a jingle; but it comes very near to tears. It touches hearts and pride of comrade- ship. There are Flynns in every British colliery to-day.
THE man with the best
claim to be England's own People's Port Is, sill, Thomas Hood-"I remember, I remember the house where I was born."
He knew how to reach the people's hearts.
at Christmas,, 1843. It was learned by heart by the whole nation.
Work-work-work!'
Till the brain bègins to swim; Work-work-work!
Till the eyes are heavy and dim! Scam, and pussel, and band,
nand, and gusset, and scam, Till over the buttons i fall asleep,
And set them on in my dreamt
Hood's "Bridge of Sighs**
It was was hia greatest work. written shortly before he died, and Thackeray said that "he fell in the full blaze and fame of that great victory."
You may find yourself quoting it now without knowing:- Alas for the rark of Christian charity That is Hood. under the sun!" For me its perfect phrase 15-~" Sha stood, with amazement, homeless by night."
With amazement. This emotion is at the root of all social unrest- not resentment, not avarice, not class-hatred: just amazement at "man's Inhumanity to man." And that quotation is from Burns.
Robert Burns is stil the voice of Scotland, Dying in 1786, at the age of thirty-seven. his life had been. a hard, lusty, suffering, manly one: and his poems reflect his life. He He lived from 1790 to 1845-al-was-among the greatest_poets_of ways ill, suffering, poor, In' debt, anxious for those dependent on him, but always cheerful, courage- ous and manfully independent."
When his Song of the Shirt" appeared anonymousiv in "Punch"
his time: all Scots will say he was the greatest.
He heard Nature strike a chord. and he sang--" John Anderson, my Jo...
Green grow the rushes, O! The sweetest hours that e'er I
YOUNG BRITAIN WAR-MINDED?
those which a local investigation WAR-A REFUGE
would disclose. It is shown that over sixty per cent. of the AC- cidents under review happened
on straight roads or on
I
FOR COWARDS!
Much interest has been shown In the article, "I Would Welcome War," by a Youth of 21, which appeared in this page recently.
Below are other points of view on a subject that is much la the pubile mind at the present time.
when the young man who went away in all the vigour of glorious man-
I WONT FIGHT— BUT I FEAR THE MOB
I
thai
spent were spent among the lasses, "Is there for honest poverty that hangs his head, and a' that?"... "Wee, sleekit, cowrin
beaatio, tim'rous,
oh, what a panic's in thy breastle!"
Yobanks And bracs.
o' bonnie Doon, how can ye bicom sau fresh and fair?" "Scots. wha hac w Wallace bied ..and this, addressed to his family:
To make a happy fireside chime
To weans and wife,
That's the true pathos and
sublime
Of human lifc.
I have not forgotten the Cotter's Saturday Night, nor the magnifi- cent Tam O'Shanter: but the above
echo most clearly in our cars,
**
DE BERANGER, whose
life overlapped that of Burns, was the singer, above all, of Republican Fronce, The Revolution made a deep impression on him; and, liv- ing under a Republic, an Emperer, orn King, his satire was always pointed in defence of democracy.
He was tried for having written Immoral and seditious tongs:,
he was imprisoned for his vatire on the medievally gorgeous corona- tion of Charles X, but Franco took him to her bosam, and Louis XVIII said, "One-ernnot help forgiving the authors of the King of Yvetot a good deal."
This poem, a satire on the reign of Napoleon I, is best known to`us in Thackeray's version. One
verse:
If e'er he went into excess.
'Twas from a somewhat irety
Thirst: But he who would his subjects
Bicss
Odd's
shi-must
whistle first;
Wet M
And so from every cask they got Our King did to himself allot
At least a pot.
Sing ho, ho, hol and he, he, het That's the kind of King for me!
IN
ÎN England the name of
A. B. Paterson is now unknown; in England, though, you still hear talk a dreadful of Adam Lindsey Gordon. Doth
wrote of Australian bush-c. A. M. Gordon. English born, was the better poet. Paterso Austin- Han born, got closer, I think, the people; all Australians used to have a verse of his on their tongues. He loved men and horse
happily than when he wrote!
And surely the thoroughined
horses
PORN 1010, at the coming of a new hood returned to his sweetheart with King- now nlmost 20, I had no last
If wants adventureerinler legs and a scared soul! For relatives in the forces of the
or
or. If
such a
1 cuse
AL
hands.
to
Will rise up again and beyin Fresh races on far-away courage, And perhaps they might let me
slip in. Simplicity
bends SEE a youth has been astute
challenge "Twenty-one" enough to head an article with sight lines; sixty per cent.
there are thousands like himself. Would Welcome War," knowing that
War in no subject to write about with occurred in light traffic; sixty such an attitude is contrary to general
one's tongue in one's cheek, To-day per cent. happened in "built-up" opinion.
Moreover, there is a much more is a dreadful possibility. If our areas, where the maximum speed
If, however, he is sincere, that powerful anti-war propagandist that leaders think that there are thousands allowest is 30 miles an hour youth is a coward-a miserable should have shaken up Twenty-one" ready and eager to be turned into cannon fodder Or death dealing Among the victims of these coward. He would ke something to reality-the cinema. accidents nearly half the total forced on him to get him out of his
I saw a "war" picture the other "heroes" it might be were palestrians. As was to be present rut; he hasn't got the guts day. It did not show ghastly scenes of probability.
to find a way out himself. And the trench warfare and hand-to-hand the expected,
overwhelming
fondest hopes majority of these accidents oc- the that his spinelessness will wreck fighting, but who did not gulp a little
millions of curred in built-up areas, the decent hard-working folk is
oft selfishness. victims being mostly children lightly and persons over sixty years of
and danger and romance there are uge. The chief causes were the scores of ways he can get them. L myself, I put up a silent prayer that War, a war that is mostly a vague and never expressed himself more
But out of victims' disregard for traflic | him take up rugger and get some of a scene would never be enacted shadow to my mind.
that shadow some memories stand. War nowadays is not a matter of Nox- when crossing the road, or their the idiocy kicked out of him;
Armistice celebrations.
We come up from the country to see these. running out from behind, or inting and the adventure, of taking professional armies, men puki and
few stiff ones on the
chin:
willing to fight. front of vehicles which obscured he wants to be really tough and up nations rushing to arms to annihilate collector held out helpless
of the station a weeping girl ticket- the traffic. It is further to date, let him seek the romance in each other, it is a case of happy into them the throng pushed tickets; revealed by the report all-in wrestling. A bout or two of mothers, looking forward to
ward to seeing the eyes were blinded by tears. Her condi- the latter would be a sure way their sons take up their responsibi-beloved was dend. I remember my. tions play a much smaller part securing the termination of his emlitics in the world, turned into sud- father's hand patting her shoulder. ployment with the insurance office. eyed women of memories, It s 4 A bond of sympathy was there. Ils than one would have
But wart I, also, am 21, and that case of young wives waiting for the beloved, our mother, was dead too, pected. 79. per cent. of is my one fear to-day. I can, thank awful telegram intimating
the death accidents having occurred
in God, put myself in other people's' of their loved one and heading the swent down by another enemy of my heart, and she lives in ou
the disease, concer. alioes sometimes, and realise a little years of loneliness to
alicy." clear weather, 12.5 per cent.
of the immense tragedy of 1914.
Further rekstil-1014. a case of children growing up who inother, a grave family doctor, Aparodied for popular mortally. during hail, snow or rain, "Twenty-one" says he 10 seat have never known a father. It is light dying from my father's eyes Mrs. Hemans with her boy who while only two per cent. scores of war books, und, ignoring a case of men returning, horribly as the doctor quenched the lost faint stood on the burning deck; Long- took place in fog or mist. So their fervid message, is jealous that maimed, und wishing they had been
come hope, and said something of waiting fellow with his village blacksmul, that obviously motorists ean, and he is denied a similar opportunity to taken along with their
prove his worth. Surely he And it is a enso of a world gone mad 7. remember still a father's words. child any gleefully) with arms e mad-walting, maybe a year or more. a mighty man as I once heard a do, exercise care under certain utterly kicking in what Wordsworth and a worse order following truly "No, doctor, I will not go. I will circumstances. The chief causes calls "the mightiest lever known to the whip exchanged for the scorpion. wait with her and
German bands; and John Gay. That is what a slight use of the
the little of fatal driving accidents are the moral world"-imagination. The
oner," 1015-A change wrought by
mob.
author of the "Beggar's Opern, excessive speed in unfavourable mesange of these books is that while Imagination will produce in the
admiring the courage with which ordinary fellow.
suggestion Men all around
whose 18th century ballad of Sweet "going conditions, improper overtaking these millions died for what they
We have bromes, loved ones, maybe rising.
William's farewell to Black-Eyed out. The passions of the crowd or cutting in, inattentiveness, believed to be the right (many did a sweetheart.
Later on we might nasty
German fnthers
called Susan ends with "Adieu! she cries.. Daines, German mothers and way'd her lily hand "still oc- and lack of care when coming not know what they died for), the marry. Can we not live that life in cursed. Ugly manufactured stories casionally heard as "Farewell, she from one road into another. In pity was that such courage should be peace? "War la hell," says the ex- cur - "rightfulness," Tising to fa
almost entirely useless.
Surely not even an crescendo of a hymn of hate. My
cried, and waved her wooden leg."" short, the report seems to show same courage had been turned into insurance man will take a chance on
If only that Serviceman,
But the most popular poet is use that most accidents are avoida- | different and less eruel channels!
own toy pistol fred every night ing known. Who wrote "Thirty days.
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hath September.
that
ble.
bad
weather
CX-
of
that?
My
and ut. Tom Moore's "nothing hall so sweet in life as Love's young dreant," Henry," Carey's Sally-She is the daring
There are some who have been