A WAIL.

Waipa Post, Volume V, Issue 213, 16 May 1913, Page 3

A WAIL.

Me love for hockey got a serious shock to the system yesterday. The boys on one side was wearing a red shamrock —they called themselves shamrocks —bijabors ’tis another injustice to me fatherland —a red shamrock. Begarah I wisht I had me auld shillaly, I’d teach them how to play shinty—and I would’nt want a ball to hit about at all. There’d be some rid somewhere, but it would’nt be on the old shamrock. Me bloods boiling so it is, and I can’t wait for the next householders’ meeting neither —I think I’ll visit the Chamber of Commerce to let flow the excess of me feelings. I’m told they want a lively mimber or two.

It’s a shame so it is how them commercials jumps on the chist ol 5 the Town Board. They talk about the mimbers not making the roads or laying on the water or lighting the Town Hall and a hundred other little things that don’t matter at all at all, and here they’ve got a great big beam in their own eye, as Shakespeare or Bacon says. Where’s the town clock, that’s what I want to know. “Divil a minit in the day but what w.e see its vacant face crying shame on them fellers that fathered it into being and go around croaking about other people’s short comins. I’m making the auld waterbury last as long as it will, but it they don t do something soon with the £2OO they had given to them for it, I’ll —I’ll—-well I’ll see what the new bank manager’s got to say about it.

Come along who’ll tread on the tail of me coat. RASTUS.