The Premier (Mr. John Allan) complains that Mr. Hogan has been trying to steal the Government's thunder in his policy speech. Mr. Allan's policy speech is to come.

Thunder?  Why, no.  Some static, may have been --
   A far, faint runble and a glimmering light.
This, and no more, John, have we heard and seen,
   We watchers in the dark politic night.

Now we are waiting, John.  With ear a-cock,
   Expectant, and a little thrilled we are
To know that politicians still may stock,
   These days, a weapon so spectacular.

Here is your chance.  Arise!  Unleash your might!
   Send now, bolt after bolt, peal upon peal --
While darting flashes stab the murky night --
   That Jovian thunder that he did not steal.

"Den"
Sun, 7 March 1927, p7