WEEK-END CHAT

Greymouth Evening Star, 25 March 1922, Page 3

WEEK-END CHAT

| GRAIN AND CHAFF. '

(By

‘Mackay.’)

I The cock croweth, but the hen de. livereth the goods. The early bird catches the worm — | but remember, it is an early worm | .the catches! Motto of the Genoa Conference : “Gen know a better ’ole? Well, go to it!” The royal cradle in which all the Ilohenzollern babies have been laid >r the past 200 years is now being used by the baby of a film actor. It is thought, however, that the child in question will live it down. No meeting is ever complete, When the Grey Borough Councillors meet; Unless Dick has his say, And Mac. gets his way, And the Engineer hops on his feet. A small boy of ten was overheard thus accounting for defeat after the St. Patrick’s Sports: — “Tommy beat me, but I could-a won : f I’d gone into strict training like he did. But you see,” he continued, r didn’t like the idea of giving up the soft drinks!’ Five-year-old hopeful at Greymouth School : “Nearly got put up to-dav, Mum.” Proud Parent: “Indeed, my son, and how was that ?” Five-year-old hopeful: “Boy next to e was!” I think I will go to the doctor to-day, I'm feeling less fit than of yore, \nd health is too precious to fritter away By shunning the surgery door. Tim thing is, of course, in its infancy still, But my spirits grow duller and duller; For I’ve kept on drinking Borough water until I am really a little off colour. Some weeks ago Councillor J. McGinlej stated at a meeting of the Boroiiga Council that his cat enjoyed having a meal of Borough rat poison. Cochrane was a catcher and hard to beat; He kept a lot of poison up in Shakespeare Street; iait the poison he kept to do the dark deed, Only gave the rats a real good feed. Alien chatted by the Council he made jvpiy, As he smacked his lips and lie winked his eye; viituries ago in old Hamelin town 1 he Piper Pied did the rats all brown So I m taking some lessons now on the flute To put it right over the rats a beam.” It is understood that the French wine growers who are organising the round the world free sample campaign, ire mooring the good ship Nectar in e Greymouth roadstead before noon April 1. Those desiring to expertmice the hospitality of the captain muld bear in mind, however, that, the necessary blue ribbon will be issued only to those who present a certificate from a respectable bar-tender that they are not addicted to taking 1/- nips lor 9d. There will be no class distinction ; the captain has expressed himself as quite indifferent as to whether the stoutest local body re- ' resentativc happens to beat the President of the Mowhera Morals Association for the last of the cognac. He insists, however, in justice to the local le, that the ship will be thrown men only after 6 p.m. A special wireless message from the companies has been received asking the “Star” to thank the Band for the Banishment of Liquor for their kind offer to give a > actical demonstration. “I lay you ten They can’t charge feu, Till March has passed away!” His wharf-mate- laugh’d. “You sure are daft — You’ll find you have to pay !” Rafe day pass'd He came, at last A day behind the date. The ten ]x?r cent. And wager went — lext time he will not wait. After long consideration Mackay has ■me to tho conclusion that the moustache is a sign of sin. A villain without a moustache! It is not right! lackay is now quite satisfied that the ' bump of villainy is on the upper lip nd has to be hidden. Was a moustache ever to be trusted? Get out your Mrs Henry Wood. A moustache! i ’ dark and curling thing, aided by . art and manipulated by genius. Every time it fetches ’em. Look at tho ■ stage.. Look at the screen. Read ' Marie Corelli. Lover of power has . battered many a happy homo. But ( here is nothing that has caused so much havoc as the venomous thing we ; call a moustache. Then let Council- - lors McGinley, O’Brien, Greaney, Williams, and Colclough turn io tho razor. It is not too late to save the face of Greymouth.