This is an ad for a toy.
That's right, a toy for kids.
No jokes.
...
Fucking hell.
I still have the robot on the job. Here you can see the Tasmanian Museum and Art Gallery . And here is a poem: Soliloquy for One Dead Bruce Dawe Ah, no, Joe, you never knew the whole of it, the whistling which is only the wind in the chimney's smoking belly, the footsteps on the muddy path that are always somebody else's. I think of your limbs down there, softly becoming mineral, the life of grasses, and the old love of you thrusts the tears up into my eyes, with the family aware and looking everywhere else. Sometimes when summer is over the land, when the heat quickens the deaf timbers, and birds are thick in the plumbs again, my heart sickens, Joe, calling for the water of your voice and the gone agony of your nearness. I try hard to forget, saying: If God wills, it must be so, because of His goodness, because- but the grasshopper memory leaps in the long thicket, knowing no ease. Ah, Joe, you never knew the whole of it... I like Bruce Dawe. He just my be my favourite Austral
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hm. we've come a loooooong way (thank goodness)
I was fascinated with it. My other favourite toy was a gollywog. This was the late 50s, early 1960s. The time of Menzies and the White Australia Policy.
Hardly politically correct, but I am not sure what lasting effect it has had on my psyche. Should I add that my favourite High Court judgement is Mabo and others vs Queensland (No 2) (1992 175 CLR 1?
..., it's this damn Internet. I have another that is worse, I'm saving that for a sunny day.
Kitty, it is from the early 1940s, in an American comic book. I''m sure similar stuff can be found in all countries though (golliwogs, aboriginal yard statues, Tintin comics etc).
The D (in D & T), well said!
Susannah, I wouldn't condemn anyone who is bought up with this stuff around them. It is those who have had the opportunity to break their ignorance, but don't that I worry about!