THE WOMAN VOTER.

New Zealand Times, Volume LXXII, Issue 4822, 27 November 1902, Page 3

THE WOMAN VOTER.

SOME HUMOURS OF THE LATE ELECTION. (By “Aotea.”) Some of the reasons advanced by tho average elector or clcctress (good word that) for voting for a particular candidate are, to say tho least, amusing. Tho night of tho election, a lady elector was telling mo tho method by which sho arrived at her particular ticket- Sho had a copy of tho voting paper before her, and her meditations wore pretty much in this form:—"Uni, Atkinson, rather nice name that, lawyer, isn’t ho, 0, I remember, Jim told mo that Atkinson had only two- ideas in his head, one, a passion for Prohibition, tho other, a propensity for manufacturing alleged bpigrams, I won’t vote for him. Aitkon—What did you say, Tom? Mayor of Wellington, is lie? and a bachelor. Of course, I remember, wo heard him preach in St. John’s Church once, and didn’t ho have a lovely Scotch dialect, and ho looked a good, solid, reliable man too. Oh, yes, wc’il elect him. Chappie, who’s that? Doctor Cliapplo, is it? Don’t believe in doctors meddling in politics; they might be wanted in the Houso just when a body .wanted them most —you never know. : I'won’b vote for him. Duthio— Another solid Caledonian, and a great financier, lam told. I heard somebody pronounce his name Doo-thc. Well, I hope ho will do tho trick this timo. Luke—who’s ho? Oh, I know—makes ranges; I won’t vote for him, because I burnt a cake in ouo dH his ranges once. What’s that, Tom? Luke and Chappie aro not standing for tho city I Well, it doesn’t matter. tho next? Fisher—Used to be Mayor of Wellington, didn’t he? bub they do say—shan’t vote for him either. Findlay—Dr Findlay, a law doctor this <imo. Well, it’s tjicir business to talk anyway, and I remember Bob showed me a copy of a lecture Dr Findlay once delivered somewhere on “Humbugs.” I thought it was pretty good, and I think ho ought to have a ohanco. I’ll veto for him. Godbcr— Oh.'yes, I have had many pleasant teas at liis rooms, and I’m sure his cakes are just scrumptious. Yes, certainly. Jolllcoe^—um —clover man, they say; daring, too. I’m afraid ho won’t do; he’d b.o getting committed, for contempt of habeas corpus, or whatever it is. Hislop—o, that’s a good name; nice English flavour about it. I remember being told that ho was onco a member of a Ministry, and I think they call him the Honourable Mr Hislop. O (blithely), yes; we’ll have him. What do you say, Tom? Hislop standing for 'Newtown. 0, bother! Who’s the next? O’Regan— I’vo heard of him, and they do say that he’s a broth of a boy. Ono of my friends told mo that if o’Rega.n hasn’t been to Ireland to kiss the blarncystone, some of his ancestors must have hugged it with both arms, and the influence Tuns in tho family. Tom says that the bould Pathrlck was elected for a West Coast constituency years ago, at tho tender ago of twenty-four, and that, during his canvass ho kissed and cuddled every baby in his electoral district.' What’s that, Tom? Kissed and blarneyed his way into Parliament, did ho? Well, more power to his elbow. And that’s tho last, the lucky last, is it? Of course I’ll leave him in. What’s that? I can only vote for three, and I’vo got five left in ? 0, well, just cross out two of them for me, will you, and I’m glad tho job’s done, anyway.