BOB'S PRIVUT NOTES.

Auckland Star, Volume LIX, Issue 23, 28 January 1928, Page 3 (Supplement)

BOB'S PRIVUT NOTES.

(BY KING COUNTRY.)

We hare made our New Year resoiU' shuns. Barn ses its fashunable so wa mite as well do it. Its best to rite them down so we won't forgit. Barn has orreddv bruke two of tliem.

Resolushun No. I.—Never to go up to unkles agen until arnt arsks us (which will be never). No. II: To keep out of the site of the parson in kase he arsks why we haven't been to Sunday sk;:le. (Ma thinks we've bean). No. III.: Nov to borrow the ole man' 3 rod until its bean mendit or it mite break worse. (He don't know about it yet). No. IV.: To keep away from Bert Pierce so's we don't git fit'in. (He ses he's going to kill me an' Barn an' is about twict our size). No. V.: To never make any more resolushuns as they always seem to get brok. Bill has be_-n up an' sed to us to cum up to his plase. We haven't bean there for a long time since his father got earless an' ricked hisself shavin' an' blamed us. However, this is the season of Pease an' Goodwill toward men so we will forgive him bein' so rathy. Bill ses it is quite safe to go up as his ole man has gone away for a couple of days. Barn ain's cummin' up till later as he has a job on hand. He was fussin 5 around the sparkin' plugs and sumthink guv way an' he don't know wot; so he has to get it fixed somehow, cos the ole man is usin* the kar this afternoon, not knowin' its gone plonk. Its an' ole model enyow, an' time he got a nu wun. I sed wun day, '"Wen are we gittin' a nu car, dad?" an he glared savage an' sed, 'Not wile you fellers are keepin' me pore, bustin' up everythink on the plase." Wich is a orful libel as we haven't broke a thing for munse. Ole Smith cum across yesterday wen me an' Barn wos tobogganin' down the hav-stack. "A happy New Year," he sed an' then arsked wot we ment by leavin' the garden gate open the day before, an' went cn sumtliink orful. Happy Nu Year indeed! An he calls hisself a christjan. He would a sed a lot more to, only the top of the hay stack cum down with us like a alpine averlansh an' neer berried the old skin flint, an' me an' Barn Skuted orf. I hope Barn gits on orrite with the spark plugs as I am anckous for him to cum along up to Bill's as if he tinkers too long at the ole bus, the ole man will catch him.