The New Zealand Railways Magazine, Volume 13, Issue 4 (July 1, 1938.)
A Little League of Nations
A Little League of Nations.
But, to return to our muttons, no visitor need ever feel lonely in our variegated vicinities. We are a vest-pocket edition of the world. We have the steppes of Russia, the streams of Scotland, the cliffs of Cornwall, the jungles of Java, the waterways of Venice, volcanoes as vigorous as Vesuvius, the forests of Sweden, the mountains of Switzerland, the cheese-consciousness of Holland, and the hot-spots of Hades.
Who said “see Naples and die?” We say “see New Zealand and get an eyeful of the earth.” Amongst our mountains the most uppish Swiss can toss a yodel and swallow it again on the rebound. An Austrian may view the trapezic tempestuousness of his native thar—so near and yet so thar! To the canal-conscious Italian our Wanganui river is no Venetian blind. What it lacks in gondolas and bridges and dogs’ palaces it makes up in water—which wanders in pellucid placidity all in the one direction, and, unlike Venice, there is no danger of a bottle being dropped on you out of a top window.