MISS MUDGE.
Miss Mudge, whose uncle followed law, Though she’s reduced to village labours, Can still inspire with reverent awe The lowly circle of her neighbours.
Why should she trouble to proclaim Her proper title to renown, When she can always reach the same Result by running others down?
(< Some people thinks they’re somebody ” She sniffs, and leaves us all in doubt Who these presumptuous folk can be, And what they’re so puffed up about.
Her mighty chin, her sniff, her stare, The score of wrinkles on her face, Even her garments, have an air Of putting people in their place.
See her on Sunday, all unfurled In satin, rustling like a tree, Proclaim her dictum to the world — “ Some people thinks they’re somebody.” —L. A. G. Strong, in an English Exchange.
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Otago Witness, Issue 3994, 30 September 1930, Page 63
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132MISS MUDGE. Otago Witness, Issue 3994, 30 September 1930, Page 63
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