Fine- Pongiing.
. ."Where are you going,"my pretty ma:d?" J "I'm going ping-ponging, sir," she "said. -"May I go with you. my pretty maid?" "Yes, if you like, kind sir," she said. She led him *way to the ping-pong net, and then "came an- hour he'll never forget, for his •shoulders ache from the many stoops to ' pick up the balls, and his eyelid droops where ehe -smote him twioe with, her racquet small, which left her~hand as she struck the ball, and he'll never ping where she pongs again, for she heard him swear when she pinged him then.
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Otago Witness, Issue 2528, 27 August 1902, Page 73
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99Fine- Pongiing. Otago Witness, Issue 2528, 27 August 1902, Page 73
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