The
Editorial staff of
"Newsletter", browsing through the departmental archives,
recently came across a hitherto unpublished fragment which indicates that at some time in his
career, Lewis Carroll was among those who failed to appreciate the advantages
of a long spell at Head Office. The
verses run as follows:
Working
with all their might.
At Meintjies Kop, the staff at home
Were
nipping belts in tight,
And wondering how they could survive,
With
not a move in sight.
The Chief Clerk and the Secretary
Surveyed
the scene first-hand.
They wept like anything to see
This
sad Pretoria band.
“If this could only all be changed, “
They
said, "it would be grand”.
“If all my clerks in Section Staff
Worked
at it half a year,
Do you suppose,” the Chief Clerk said,
"That
they could get it clear?"
"I doubt it", said the Secretary,
And
shed a bitter tear.
"0, Staff Clerk, come and talk with me,"
The
Chief Clerk did beseech,
"And see if you can make a plan
To
change the post of each,
Especially those too far away,
And
get them back in reach".
"The time has come”, the Chief Clerk said,
“To
talk of things like Rome;
Of Ottawa and Washington,
Of
Rio and Stockholm;
Of who shall go from here to there
And
who shall now come home”.
"But wait a bit!” cried those abroad,
"Before
you have your chat.
We simply cannot leave behind
Allowances
so fat".
"No hurry.'" said the Secretary,
"We're
all aware of that".
“
“The List of names," the Chief Clerk said,
"Is
what we need the most.
Paper and typewriter besides,
Red
tape, of pins a host.
Department if
you're ready now,
“But not post us!” again they cried,
Turning
a little blue.
“After such glamour, that would be
A
dismal thing to do!”
“The time is ripe the Chief Clerk said
“To
change your point of view.”
To stay where it is nice”.
The Secretary said nothing but
“Those
pleadings cut no ice.
I hope Chief' Clerk, you’ll not be dumb,
And
heed outside advice.”
“It seems a shame,” the Chief Clerk said,
“To
play them such a trick,
After they’ve had such lovely posts
In
which they’d hoped to stick”.
The Secretary said nothing but:
“Get
on and post them quick !”
“I weep for you,” the Chief Clerk said,
“I
deeply sympathise.
Of all the posts you might have got,
Leopoldville’s
the prize” -
(Holding the wad of posting slips
Before
his streaming eyes).
“O Chief Clerk ,” said the Secretary,
“We’ve
had a pleasant run.
Shall we just see who else to send?”
But
answer came there none.
And this was scarcely odd, because
They’d
posted every one!
(John Mills, John Selfe, Derek De Villiers - 1955?)
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