It Is Quite Time That

Beer Makes You Feel The Way You Ought To Feel Without Beer.

It Is A Matter Of Public Shame That While We Have Now Commemorated Our Hundredth Anniversary, Not One In Every Ten Children Attending Public Schools Throughout The Colonies Is Acquainted With A Single Historical Fact About Australia.

Oh, My Ways Are Strange Ways And New Ways And Old Ways, And Deep Ways And Steep Ways And High Ways And Low, I'm At Home And At Ease On A Track That I Know Not, And Restless And Lost On A Road That I Know.

The Old Shepherd Had Died, Or Got Drunk, Or Got Rats, Or Got The Sack, Or A Legacy, Or Got Sane, Or Chucked It, Or Got Lost, Or Found, Or A Wife, Or Had Cut His Throat, Or Hanged Himself, Or Got Into Parliament Or The Peerage Anyway, Anything Had Happened To Him That Can Happen To An Old Shepherd Or Any Other Man In The Bush, And He Wasn't There.

We Shall Never Be Understood Or Respected By The English Until We Carry Our Individuality To Extremes, And By Asserting Our Independence, Become Of Sufficient Consequence In Their Eyes To Merit A Closer Study Than They Have Hitherto Accorded Us.