HUNTING THE PICKLED ONION.

Rangitikei Advocate and Manawatu Argus, Volume XLII, Issue 11449, 31 January 1918, Page 2

HUNTING THE PICKLED ONION.

The now curate's wife was a very sweet-naturod and truly kind little soul, and did a great deal of practical good iu her husband’s parish. During the festive season she decided to give a feast to the Bgod poor of the district.

All wont well, and tho old people were having a tine time, when tho curate’s wife suddenly aotic-d that one old fellow did not seem to bo getting on very well with his dinner.

“What is the matter, Mr Smith?” she asked ‘‘lsn’t it cut to your liking?” ‘‘Fine, ma’am—tine thankee!” mumbled tho old chnp. ‘‘But, yo see, ma’am, I’ve a pickled onion in me mouth, and, having noa but one tooth loft in me head, it’s a bit awkward like to catch it. I’ll be all right thankee, ma’am. Just ’ee wait till 1 git hold on ’un!”