The New Zealand Railways Magazine, Volume 14, Issue 3 (June 1, 1939)
From the Word “Goo!”
From the Word “Goo!”
Thus it is evident that the pursuit and capture of this gilt-edged baby with the gold-crowned smile and eyes as warm as the tops of lead-headed nails is no egg-and-spoon race.
Also, it is understandable why every baby, be it bonny or bony, is, before it has put a tooth into its first rusk, tentatively tossed to the dragon that guards the lady Sadie.
He is trained to one end—to whit, to woo. He is taught the craft of laying page 51 tasty baits that he might snare her and bring her back alive bound up with marriage lines and a deed of gift.
This branch of wouldcraft is called Education, but why—nobody seems to know except that it sounds the kind of name for that kind of thing. Of course, Education must not be confused with Thought which is practised by poets and philosophers and suchlike people who are so unsuccessful that they have to pay cash for everything they get. So, from safety pin to safety-first, from the word “goo!”, from shorts gasps to long pants, from LL.B. to L.S.D., modern youth is educated in the art of making two and two add up to five and everything else add up, and up, and up.