A HOT TIME.

Auckland Star, Volume LX, Issue 164, 13 July 1929, Page 3 (Supplement)

A HOT TIME.

(By R. Sutcliffe, 0.5.8., 6, Crown Street, Royal Oak; age IG.) Jones was despondent. All day long he had tramped in vain for work. Perhaps he looked too innocent, perhaps his natural denseness was too evident, in his baby-blue eyes, but, anyway, Jones found no work. He tramped home, marched through the house without wiping his boots, tripped over the hallstand and sat down unexpectedly to feel a stunning impact as mother's favourite pot plant landed on his head. At dinner his boiled onion ejected its middle into dad's teacup, scattering the contents into father's eyes and on to mother's new, clean, starched tablecloth. Again, when asked to bring in the custard from the kitchen, he tripped .011 his bootlace, let go of the custard and saw it land fair and square on poor puss' cranium. Father's new slippers had vital conversation with"' an all-unwilling listener that night. But 'tis said "the sorrows of youth are passing serious." Next morning behold Jones whistling, optimistic and wearing those renowned glasses of rosy tint.