NAPIER NOBS.

NZ Truth, Issue 58, 28 July 1906, Page 5

NAPIER NOBS.

(Auctioneer). When on the rostrum Hbadley, stands And bares his shiny crown, He grips his hammer in his hands, Prepared to knock things down. He swings his gavel, squares his toes, But, lord ! Suppose it struck his nose !

* (" Masonic " Billiard-marker). A veteran cueist here we find* And Time, that thimblerigger, Has not to Thomas C. been kind While he has held the jigger. But still he canons, pots the redMay it be long ere Tom "runs dead."

(Saddler). He's stout and sturdy and*, a 1- man* Who, in his work a pride 'II Take, in harnessing a "span,'* From crupper up to bridle. . He turns good work out every, 'day, This Napier saddler, John McVay.)

He's mastered well the Maori ;bongue Of every tribe and clan. To give it throat and lip and lung, You can't wipe out this man. In Court no Maori fears disasters, When he has hired Mister Masters I