The New Zealand Railways Magazine, Volume 5, Issue 4 (August 1, 1930)
The Plundertaker
The Plundertaker.
Dear reader, the march of progress has speeded into a gallop, but Happiness is no Olympic gamester. Man moves with such suddenness that he leaves his future behind him, and the present is the spot marked “nix” in the extreme background of the panorama. He has got a toe-hold on Time and a “Seizers on Science.” He has heaved Happiness over the ropes; he is a pulverulent projectile perforating the panorama; he is the prize pest of Nature's garden; if he had more legs and held his head in the horizontal he would be treated with insecticide. In Nature's scheme of give-and-take he is the prize plundertaker. And as my friend Sing Low remarks, “Whaffor.”
Rather let us broadcast with Old Ma Kai Ham:
“Here let me loaf abed beneath the bough,
A thermos flask, a thriller—it's a wow,
Beside me cooking in the kitchenette,
The breakfast, this is paradise enow.”