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LOSING OUT.

(By WALT The tailor snore by his nine aunts that- l should have my pea-green pants upon a certain day ; and on that day I long bad planned among my social peers to stand in glittering array. The Johnsons had invited me t-o read u sonnet at a ten they'd give that afternoon., and so T ordered trousers fine to drape these princely legs of mine and also costly slioon. And when the fateful hour was nigh 1 sought the tailor in his sty and learned to my despair the burlap trousers were not done : ho had excuses hv the ton. but nothing I could wear. And in the Johnsons’ noble balls I bad to wear my overalls and when I sprung my piece men said that poetry enchants when it’s not read by men in pants all stained with flivver grease. That tailor strives to get my trade: by him I often am waylaid, he wishes to explain :if T will buy a. coat or vest he'll buckle down and do his best my favour to regain. But it is easier to drop the patronage of bard or cop than t-'is to get it back : one dizzy break will oft efface the record of good work and place the jinx sign on one's shack. 1 had no worthy pantaloons that, day I read my rippling runes at Johnson's Yellow Tea : the news ha,s .travelled everywhere? the. Tailor wrings his hands and hair; his woe is sad to see. .. 1 \

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Star (Christchurch), Issue 17169, 12 October 1923, Page 6

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LOSING OUT. Star (Christchurch), Issue 17169, 12 October 1923, Page 6

LOSING OUT. Star (Christchurch), Issue 17169, 12 October 1923, Page 6