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THE TRIANGLE.

TO THE EDITOR.

Sir, —Your correspondent Mr Colman Burke, in his description of the filthy state of the Triangle, inquires " What will strangers think of us on arrival at the station?" I should say they will set us down as eminently Scotch—and dirty Scotch at that. I dare say he will remember the Scotch song ' There cam' a braw lad to my daddy's door,' where the fair courtier, narrating the part of their courting, says-

There lay a duck dub before the door,

And in he fell I trow—a duck dub being a large flat hole dug in front of farm houses, especially small farm houses, into which was deposited cow dung and slush from the byre, household slops, and any other stuff that would make good manure, and in which the ducks waddled. As some of our civic dignitaries, M.P.s, and others were, no doubt, in early days accustomed to Bmell the duck dub the first thing in the morning, does Mr Burke wonder at their desire to cling to old associations.— I am, etc., Thomas Allen. Dunedin, November 4.

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THE TRIANGLE., Evening Star, Issue 8055, 4 November 1889

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THE TRIANGLE. Evening Star, Issue 8055, 4 November 1889

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