A Winter Evening.

Free Lance, Volume XVIII, Issue 948, 12 September 1918, Page 5

A Winter Evening.

\tur the New Zealand Free Lance.) Hark, the August blasts are howling. .Nothm' heard but grouch and growling. Chilis and chilblains grip the family From lanky Jean to little Em'ly. Cheeks like roses, running noses, "liove o' Mike, hear how it biowses!" "iS-hut that door, you'll kill your daddy!" "Dear, don't get in such a paddy!" Hear the wind a-wailing, wailing; is that rain, or is it hailing ? "Judy, Son't ,be such a cranky !" ,'i' Jean, lend Bill your pocket-hanky!" "Twice six are twelve, that's one to carry." "It's time for bed, my sleepy Harry I ' "Heap on more coal! Alas, alack, You've smothered it with filthy slack!" "A glassware man is called a glazier." "Now, what's the capital of Asia?" . stood me in a corner For talking to. young Stanley Horner. "J>o your lessons, don't get chatting; Use your brains, and pull that matting 1" "Good-night, son, there's Willie Winkeel" "Now, where on earth Mount- Katrovinky?" ". . Xfonglegs' was charming!" "Smith has left us—gone pig-farm- . ing."

"I thought you said he'd gone to camp?" ' 'Chucked out—C2—where is that lamp ?" " What was it signed the Magna Charter?" "1 duruio—go an' ask Joe Carter !" ' 'Now get to' bed; I see you yawning; It's hard to get you up in the morning!' 'Tis August still, but please remember That jocund spring comes with September. —Habcus Pmmmek. August 20, 1918.