BOB'S PRIVUT NOTES.

Auckland Star, Volume LIX, Issue 94, 21 April 1928, Page 3 (Supplement)

BOB'S PRIVUT NOTES.

(By "KING COUNTRY/')

ell, St." Patrick's day has bean once agen an' me an' Barn went to> the sport& There was a grate crowd there an' the ehoppin' was good. Our man Sam won the chop and Ban won eight marbles off Bill, cos Bill sed Sam would be beat. He fell in. Sam made the chips fly in grand style—smash went the axe, and the block cum orf before the other fellers were half-way thrue. Barn won a race an' got a pocket knife, an' I would have won won too, ony some feller wot was try in' to beat me, put his elbow into me ribs an' I lost me wind. All sorts of things was goin' on at once—• races, jumpin', wrestlin' an' guessin* game. Suddenly there was a screach. Some woman wot was tryin' to win the nail-drivin' compertishnn hit her thumb an' orphul wack. She did holler! There was a freak race. All the felers were disguysed—seme wos wear in' dresses an' wun feller all blacked up an' .dressed in a sack. He looked orful funny. We thort it was Sam an' thrue sum banana ®kms at him. He skouled at us; so we thrue some more. Then the race started an' he had to go. After the race wos over we found out it wos the schoolmaster. I don't know what we win do on Monday. I think I will be ill. There's some orful pain in my stummick. Barn ses he will dab sum red '"if over his face an' chest an' send word to skule he's got scarlet. fever. I went to bed erly after the sports as I tore a big hole in me best pance—ma does not kno yet. There will be a fuss. It wos an' accident and could not be helped. Bill thrue a rocket at me an' I jumped back on to sum barb wire. Barn is busy diggin* a pla**»to hide the ole man's boots. Barn wore them up the creek yesterday an* they sean to have shrivelled np. They wos his best pare too. Tt*a funnv how leather shrinks—it shows it must be reel leather cos I've heard of hides shrinkin'. fle ony had them on a couple of ours too. Worter has grate destrnctin' powers. They wos very sodgey lookin' wen we cum home Barn put them in the oven a wile to dry. The result wos disarsterous to say the least of it. Xobudv kno's about it yet: an' the grave •will keep its secket if the pup don't get orf the ehane.