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The rumour that Security has been blackmailing people can be denied. Blacks aren't people.

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Quote from a Mrs Rowe, on TV, discussing divorce: "marriage should be a lifelong relationship". And if no longer a relationship, then at all costs still long? From the same programme "if divorce was made quicker the 'other woman's' children might be legitimate before they start school". And we can't have that, can we? We must preserve some of these sanctions against Naughty Women who set out to get their hooks into Married Men, must we not?

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Noted also that Mr Gladstone Hill wants Social Security payments paid to all widows, irrespective of age or children. Truly an excellent scheme, and worthy of expansion. Say to divorcees (with or without children). And what of those single women who have yet to find a man for their support? They are worse off than some widows —give them something substantial. Then we have those single men who not only keep the country operating with their (pained expression — our) taxes but also have those added expenses brought on, as it were, by those aforementioned single girls. Be generous, thank you. And don't forget those widowers heretofore supported by their wives, and out-of-work pimps. . . . .

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The new one-way door in the library is to stop fire engines getting out again.

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Outside a church in Northland—"God Has a Job For You!" Which should please Mr Shand no end, really. Last week's—"God—A Necessity in Every Home" (Take one home today!)

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Commented by a doctor recently—the health of the Maoris dropped when they gave up cannibalism. So, I suppose, would the American's economic health. . .

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You know those wooden slat seats outside Rankine Brown? Good, those. Good to sit upon. And set in a tripping and syncopated pattern. Most agreeable. But it had to happen, I suppose. Eventually it had to be, that a B. Munro would seize his chance of immortality by enshrining his imperishable name deep into the wood thereof, that generations to come of students will wonder who he (she?) was, and why.

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