Publication: Melbourne Herald
Date: 18 July 1922
While America is putting a high duty on wool and other Australian commodities, and is shutting out Australian emigrants, she has her eye upon a possible German trade invasion into this country and is pouring in goods which our tariff wall cannot shut out.
Say, bo, your bone-head stunts do make me tired. You think a Great Big Nation is re- quired To put up fights with little runts like you? Aw, shoo! You talk of White Australia. Listen here, We’re up against black labor every year. But does it phase us? Aw, you simps, you guys, Wake up! Get wise! If we was down there on your dinky isle We’d WORK, an’ make the tradin’ game worth while. You hoboes don’t know that you are alive. In U.S.A. that busy little hive— What’s that? You say you think we have some go? Believe me, you have said a mouthful bo. We got our politicians, same as you; We got our crooks an’ our reformers, too; But do you think we let ’em rool the roost? Nix, Pardner! How’d you think we got our boost? They say we talk hot air. We ACT as well, An’ when you can’t make good—why it’s just hell. We learned to act, son, when we spilled the tea In Boston Harbor, an’, well, believe me, We’ve gone on larnin, till we have the game. Dead beat; an, friend, until you have that same Drive in your bone-head statesmen— well, here’s luck! You’re suckers, an’ we’re passing you the buck.