A FLEETING JOY.

Tuapeka Times, Volume XXV, Issue 4253, 29 June 1895, Page 1 (Supplement)

A FLEETING JOY.

# Soon the maidens will be going Where the ocean breeze is blowing, And with freckled cheeks agio wing They will dance along the shore. And the youth on his vacation, With his heart all palpitation, Will engage in deep flirtation With the girl's who've gone before. With his necktie all aflutter And a flannel suit quite utter, Words of fervent love he'll mutter As they walk along the sand, And with rosy lips all smiling As the time they are beguiling She will listen to him piling Up the love at his command. And he'll think himself in clover As he dreams at midnight of her, But when, his vacation over, Back to town and toil he goea He will not be so elated As he views the ever hated Heaps of high, accumulated Bills for giddy summer cloth es. Trousers obtained on credit are breeches of trust. Sunday-school teacher: "I wish you would pay me a little attention." Student : " I'm paying as little as I possibly can." Hoax : "Do you believe that thirteen is a fatal number?" Joax : " Well, all the people who lived in the thirteenth century are dead." " She's as pretty as a picture," said the younicnian. "Yes," replied the young woman, with a glance at her rival's complexion, "handpainted, too." " Beg your pardon, sir, but yoti seem to be staring at mo in a strange fashion. Do you see anything about me that is familiar to you?" " Yes, sir, my umbrella." THE WAY OF IT. Her brow was like the snowdrift, Her throat was like the swan — When she'd bought complexion powders And strewed them thickly on. Dotton : " How do you feel when a man strikes you?" Hotton: " I feel for him." Youxg Author : "Can you tell me how to become a good poet?" Editor : " Oh, yes ! The very first thing for you is to die. All the good ones are dead." OUT OF THE DEPTHS. Fitzgnggy (in agony) : " Steward ! I say, Steward \" Steward (from below) : " Comin' hup direckly, sir." Fitzgaggy : " So— sos my dinner ! Oh, lord!" TIIAT SETTLED IT. Collector (on his tenth visit) : "Look a-herc; ; how many more times do you want me to call with this little account?" Bill Overdue : " Why, man, I don'tcareif you uover call again." SHE KNEW. Mistress: "Bridget, here's a letter for you from the dead-letter office." Bridget (excitedly) : " It's me ould mother, I know. She's been ailin' for a long time. Oh, Avorrah ! worrah !" (Faints.) THE NEW VALET. "Well, Joseph, did you take my letter to Mr. de V ?" " Yes, sir ; but I'm afraid he won't be able to read it, for he is blind." "Blind?" " Yes, sir. While I -was standing right in front of him in his private office, he asked me twice where my hat was, and I had it on my head all the time." A aUESTION OF FLOWERS. "Well, you're a daisy!" exclaimed the head of the house to the tramp who had refused to earn his dinner. "Wrong in your botany," replied the tramp. "I'm a lily, and the Scripture says you shonld ' Consider the lilies : they toil not, neither do they spin.' "