ARATAPU APPLE-TARTS.

Observer, Volume 7, Issue 348, 8 August 1885, Page 12

ARATAPU APPLE-TARTS.

Doughy i 3 doing a good stroke of business at the boarding-house with L, What a happy couple they looked on Sunday evening doing the sawdust. Is the old lady aware of Sophia and Jack's perambulations in the moonlight ? There would be some fun should the Eight Bower suddenly arrive. "Was it not too bad of old B, to treat IT. the way he did when the latter left Aratapu for Auckland ? But what a Yankee start for the fair dressmaker of Bride-street. Will she survive ? The Brass Band at the last church, concert was an immense success, bar the utter collapse at the finish. Where was B. with the inevitable ' pom-pom ?' Could he not manage to keep the band together— just on the sly ? At last we have had a visit from the champion mean man. We wish him every success in his new undertaking. As the * volatile young man ' he is not to be beaten— at least on the Wairoa. If he could have seen the features of Prank and the hash manufacturer as they came out of the bank at Mangawhare he would have been con-science-stricken . That queer fish is anxiously waiting for the goose to lay the golden egg. The fair maids admire the rosy and ruffled down of the Gosling. Has'sesthetie Samuel found out that too much jam doesn't go down with maids of fifteen ? Aratapu Football Team is cock of the walk, aud a match, Sawdust v. Combined Team, is talked of. The wily counsellor was too many fbr the simple sawd usters. They thought he had a cornucopia with him, but it was a snare and delusion. ' Oh, dear ! Mr H, has come back — I am so glad.' Yes, Miss S., he has come and gone, and left his name with his friends. . If the butcher boy has to stand for two hours with hia head through O .'a kitchen window, receiving orders from the cook, how long will it

take him to serve the inhabitants of Aratapu with chops and steaks ? Jim, nothing is good until it is worn a while. Set your trap again, it might catch next time. It was not very nice of Mr X., when praising the love and ability which his audience had for music, to remind them of the screech-owl and caw-caw sounds which he heard proceeding from their cottage doors. The Gf-awky was doing a mash at the concert.