Beer Makes You Feel The Way You

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.

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.

Who Says Australia Offers Not A Home For Every Poor Englishman, Or Any Other Countryman That Finds His Way To Our Shores? And What Sort Of Thanks Do We Get For It?

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