What They Call It.
Grandma says we're right in styl« A-sittin' in our automo-bile.
Grandpa says rre'ro fit to kill, A-ricliii' ia our automo-bill.
Ma, she says we ought to feel Grateful for our autoino-bee!. Pa says there ain't no other man Kin run an auto, like he can.
Auntie preaches near and fur 'Bout our lovely tourin' car. Uncle Bill says ho ain't seen Nowhere such a good machine. Brother Jim. he keeps a4fraggfa! 'Bout the »peed of our. new waggon. But, oh. it sounds so grand and nobl* When sister Sue says nutoraobl*.
—Puck.
A daring theft, took place near Kawarwg Gorge- recently, six pigs being stolen out «f their pens in a paddock belonging to l£c C. Mitchell. You wrap up your head in red flanri«l, You snuffle and snort on your bed. You plaster each pane and each panel In dread of a draught that is ttead. Xay : cast all your wraps to the neody. Such miseries never onduie. For Woods has a remedy spe-niv In his Great PErrr.mt'* r L'cbE,
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Otago Witness, Issue 2727, 20 June 1906, Page 79
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175What They Call It. Otago Witness, Issue 2727, 20 June 1906, Page 79
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