THAMES TITTLE TATTLE

Observer, Volume 2, Issue 46, 30 July 1881, Page 523

THAMES TITTLE TATTLE

— Patiki is tootling away as usual. — Crib has recovered ; so has his master. — How is ' 'Richard Cour de Lion" getting on ? — The case against the Baron broke down completely. Nat looked awfully miserable. — Why don't you pay for your ticket, Tom ? i You pot your moneys worth. — Tom Thumb G. has been onee — and only onee — in love. Bravo G. What did the old man say ? — Miss G. wore an extremely pretty dress in the street on Friday last. — The Skating Kink Ball eventuated on Tuesday. Particulars in my next. — Frank has taken to the cells. "It is so like the hitman voice," he pathetically exclaims. — The rink was decidedly dull last Tuesday evening, the sterner sex having even less representatives j thnn usual. — "Billy "was present, but did not favour the spectators with an exhibition of skill. He and a pig had a short scuffle n fortnight or so since. The pig is cured, but Billy is still suffering. — A Parawai lady's advice to her daughter : " Try n. Home spoon." Fact. — What sort of a supper did Albert and Johnny have the other Saturday night. — There is some talk of a fancy dress ball at the conclusion of the ranking season. — Dolly says that Johnny S. was very attentive to her on the occasion of his late trip to Paeroa. What did the absent A. say ? — The "Dook" did it brown on the Goods Wharf on Saturday evening. The lady was much taller than hiniself. — The heir to a baronetcy says he has been in the habit of making puns for the last forty years, and he can't break it off now. Lor ! lor ! — George's continued absence is the cause of many heartburnings here. Let 113 hope the prodigal will soon return. — Mick was confident of beating the crack team. However, we shall see how he behaves on Wednesday. — Handsome Jim Droney, the Waihi speculator, was down in Grnhamstown the other day, and turned the heads of several fair creatures. — Poor Gudgeon can't see when the laugh comes in. Mick and D. E. G. were having a good time at his expense. — Joft has sauntered off to Wellington, and Mies H., of the Waiotahi, is left lamenting. I believe the parting was most affecting. — The Minstrel Troupe is still in the first stride of infancy. Arthur is to play the triangle. His mouth would be a valuable acquirement to a professional nigger. — Dean is the most plausible of Town Clerks, and he knows it, too. You " had " them, F. C. D., over that tank, didn't you. —Mr F. 's new housekeeper looks well with thnt white feather she has put in her hat. Advance, Owen-street. —Mick Hennelly has changed his facings from "royal blue" to "orange," and has been seen with Miss E. at the Episcopalian Church. — The Scottish Battalion "gourmandised " at the Boweu on Wednesday night, the £15 won from the Engineers assisting to defray Geordie's bill. — It's very muddy down at the Shortland Wharf, isn't it, Miss W — ? It was quite a treat to see you in the manly embrace of dear little Willie on Saturday afternoon. — The schoolmasters have decided that Mrs P. is not to act in " She Stoops to Conquer." Is it true that a certain successful vocalist is ambitious enough to attempt the character of Miss Hardcastle ? Surely not. — The police are making enquiries as to the unearthly noises that nightly proceed from Frank P.'s residence, in Sandes-street. Are they on a wild goose chase ? — Wynne won't have anything to do with Turner re the new troupe of negro minstrels. Wouldn't dc-Gray-dc yourself, would you, W. — Many readily believed the rumour referred to in my last re Amy as the leading sharebroker has of late been spending his leisure hours at her papa's resij dence. Beware, David, the Observer man is about. — Young Eye-glass is " going " for " your own," in consequence of the paragraph which appeared in last issue anent the last rink ball. He sturdily denies the soft impeachment. — It is a matter of conjecture as to who the local correspondent of the Observer is, and "your own" has had about a dozen different individuals pointed out to him as the man. — The engagement of the jovial accountant 1 of the to Miss will shortly be announced. Possibly the genial teller may follow his example. Bashful George ought now to cultivate a whisker. — Miss H. shows a good example to many girls of the " uppah ten." The gentleman who saw her scrubbing the front verandah the other day was so struck that he intends to propose next week. — When D. R. G., the ladies' favourite, first essayes to practice at the Butts, Geordie S. kindly offered to initiate him in the mysteries of rifle shooting. Gelly fired ten rounds of blank, and discovered no guile. Simple man! — Arthur H., the beardless pupil teacher at the Tararu School, is savage at the admiration expressed by the young ladies for young S.s whiskers. He is attempting to raise a rival crop, and has purchased from Jack Day half-a-dozen bottles of Ayer's Hair Vigour. — It was very amusing to see the Avay E. K. Tyler and G. N. Brassey " went " for each other at the Police Court, on Friday, in the cases against the big brewer. The . Aucklander rubbed Nat the wrong way several times, when of course the latter became " riled," and retaliated. Tyler was invulnerable, however, and his legal friend's attack fell on him with as much effect as hailstones would on the back of a Cochin-China rooster. — G., of the big bank, although short of stature, is a very brave fellow, andhis chief.tho "Majah" can rest assured that the money chests will not be rifled

whilst he is about. Captain W., in whose house he resides, had conclusive evidence on that point,and is blessing his stars that he was not sent off to Kingdom Conic at G-.'s hands. It happened thus wise: . Captain W. had returned from a cruise, and reached his home about 2 a.m. The inmates (including our little hero) were fast asleep, and, not wishing to waken them by knocking, W. effected an entrance through a front window. The noise he caused walking up the passage awakened little GK, who demanded to know the name of the rude disturber of his peaceful slumbers. " It's me," replied the gallant captain ? " Who's me ?" asked the little man, at the same time locking his door. " Tell me your name instantly, or I'll shoot you dead, mind ; I've got a loaded pistol in my hand." The skipper, seeing death (!) staring him in the face, gave the occupant of bed No. 3i the desired information, whereupon that worthy unlocked the door. W., much annoyed, then entered the room, and threatened to " spank " G. for his iinpiidence — a remark which caused Tadpole to seek refuge under the bed. After all, what's in a name ? — Hughie was so pleased with the paragraph, last week, stating that he is the best looking fellow on the Thames, that he intends to forward you a cheque, with which to "shout" for the Observer staff. He thoroughly believes it, and has purchased three dozen copies of your paper for distribution amongst his friends. — Mat wants to know the whereabouts ot the silk umbrella, which he lost in the flood. He says he doesn't mind losing such an article now and then, when they are his own property ; but unfortunately the one he is now looking for was borrowed for the occasion, and the owner requires him to return it or its equivalent in cash. Oh ! that horrid flood, Mat. — As I told you last week, the Advertiser has been laying it hot into Adam, and he has promised to vindicate himself in a court of law. It is said that, meeting Wilkie one day since, Adam said: "I'll, bring an action for libel against you for that article," to which the man of the " 'Tiser " retorted : " I don't care A-dam if you do_ ; but you will have to give security for costs." That writ has not yet been served. — In accordance with promise, I give below the cast of the " Pirates of Penzance," which is in re- • hearsal by the Thames Amateur Operatic Company. The opera has been in the hands of the members for some time past, and they are succeeding admirably in j their efforts to render the series efficient. The company meet in Dr Kilgour's assembly room, Pollen-street, and, under the direction of Mr Owen, spend fully three hours in rehearsing. The date of its first production has not been finally settled yet, but I believe at least two months will elapse before it is placed on the boards of the Theatre Eoyal. The same opera is being played in the South by a professional company ; and as it is very probable that they will bo here before long, I would suggest to the local amateurs the advisability of making an early appearance, in order that they may have the "first show." The following is the caste -.—Pirate King, Mr Hilton ; Frederick (a pirate apprentice), Mr M. H. Airey ; Major-General, MrW. Steward; Sergeant of Police, Mr J. E. Coney; Mabel (daughter AgentGeneral), Mrs Kilgour ; Ruth (Frederick's nurse), Mrs Corrigan ; Samuel (lieutenant of pirates), Mr Gilmour. Miss Coney was to have taken a character, but, for some reason or other, has not done so. Mr Frank Puekey is assiduously engaged learning the violincello, and hopes to be able to assist the orchestra.