BARCLAY BOARDS AT THE BASTILE

NZ Truth, Issue 240, 12 February 1910, Page 6

BARCLAY BOARDS AT THE BASTILE

Where Swank is Seldom Served.

Mary Barclay's family at Sydenham are extremely respectable, but Mary; herself is a battered hop amongst the dregs m the beer vat of life. Her pores exude beer, her brain is clogged with beer, beer rises m sparkling streams before her aching eyes like the water mirage of the desert victim, awl heaven and the future state crystallise for her m one wordbeer. Necessarily, Mary is an annoyance to her shocked relatives, particularly when she is at large, and, therefore, m beer. She paid a dutiful call at ma's place the other night and breathed beer on the establishment, to the annoyance of her sister, who made such remarks about "Mary and beer that Mary was enraged, and m a paroxysm of fury, induced by beer, plunged a knife into the bike tyres of her relative. Mary, probably appalled by the prospect of missing a corpse reviver, pleaded hard for a chance, nut the J.P. bench consigned her for a month to the Lyttelton Bastile, where the days will be counted as so many since the last beer, and so many to go before the next beer is due.