WAREA.

Observer, Volume XVIII, Issue 1094, 16 December 1899, Page 26

WAREA.

Who is the young man who carries the music books home from the choir practices for P B? Surely not A C...VV H looks terribly cut up since L A talks of leaving us. Never mind, W ; beep your pecker up . . Who were the couple sunning themselves in the piano case on Sanday afternoon? Hurry up, W ; lime your courting days were over...E h seems very down-hearted since B W left us... The O M hears that A T has bought the ring. Is the happy time approacbiDg, A? Dou't forget the O M with a piece of the cake...J K. is very quiet since E F left us. Cheer up, J; she'll come back again... Wanted, by H C, the man that wears number ten boots to rectify the gate. ..Who was the young man that kept J P parading the road while he took his best girl home? Was it It B?.. Wanted, best bojs for HP, M Me, EM,JB, MC, and A W. .J li is guing trong with MF. When is it coming off, J?. .What's the attraction for B L at the school so often? Surely not E W?..J K is often heard saying it is hard lines he can't get a beat girl. Never mind, J ; fish away still... T K must have some great attraction in -the Warea district. Is it Miss G? . .C Cisn >t showing so much starch lately. Has the price gone up, C?.. A Ois piling on the jam with F E now. K6ep it going, A.. W C and P J seem to be a 1-ng time making up their mindß. Hurry up, W, and give the boys a spree. ..What made M C tmile so lovingly ■when a young.gent looked In the door at the choir practice the other night ? Surely not because it was TL?,,P B looks well-mounted on his grey charger. Now's your time, F.. Who was the man who posted a prohibition paper on the local blacksmith's door?

The story is being related of a certain business man in Qaeeu street. He was getting on very nicely recently at a private Bocial gathering. Having been introduced to a lady who had just been singing, he paid her the compliment of saying that he would give anything if he only bad her voice. The lady was highly flattered, but she had* not quite caught his name. She shortly afterwards said to a lady friend, ' Who is that gentleman over there ? He paid me such a pretty compliment just now.' ' That one,' replied her friend, ' ohj that's Mr Blank, the auctioneer.' And then it began to dawn on the fair songstress that he had merely been taking a rise out of her.

They say it happened up at Ponsonby last week. Papa and mamma bad gone down town to learn the results of the elections, and as the masher had dropped in — quite by accident, of course— ib would have been a delightful little t&te-a-tute saving for one awfnl fact. The youthful brother was playing gooseberry, and would take no bints. She was talking of a camping-out party at Waiheke in whioh she was to join at Christmas week. ' I expect I shall get frightfully tanned,' she remarked, with a simper. It was the youthful brother who took up the parable. ' I was frightfully tanned myself yeßterday,' he said ; ' I was out in the waßhhonse with papa.' Then there was a painful silence, and the masher could think of nothing else but the suggestion that it looked like rain.