There is a certain romantically inconel young man in Christchurch who has hit upon a wonderful scheme for ensuring the utmost seclusion, and the right atmosphere for whispering sweet nothings into the ears of a fair damsel (remarks the Christchurch Sun). In the garden of his delight there is a meat, rustic and romantic, if one takes no notice of the protuberances of bark, and so forth that are on the seat. _ There is one discordant note only in this grand sweet song, and that is the presence of a light which shines on the arbour whereto the ’young man is wont to cart tile seat. He has solved the problem. Ho places a flower-pot firmly and tightlv over the light—and there he is, his feet trampling the prize foxglove bed of the prospective father-in-law.
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Otago Witness, Issue 3831, 16 August 1927, Page 23
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