Gamp, Prig, and Harris.

Wairarapa Standard, Volume XX, Issue 2093, 18 July 1887, Page 3

Gamp, Prig, and Harris.

Tbit tary superior monthly nurse, the Evening Poet, is humbly acting Mrs Harris to the Soirey Gamp of the Star and Betsy Frig of the Observer; that is, to Mr Hogg, who is running both papers and is consequently Betsy and Bairoy rolled into one. The Star, Observer and Post are playing a very interesting and ingenious little game. First, Mr Hogg, or his emissaries, sends to the Evening Post a bogus communication or distorted, garbled, or utterly untrue account of something Mr Booth is supposed to have done or said, or something Mr Buchanan is supposed not to have said or done. These communications Mrs Harris duly places in the Evening Post under heading of “ Our own Correspondent.” Next day Sairey-Betsy declares “Mrs Harris sap to me, she sots, says she,” or rather, “ The Evening Post says Or, " The Evening Post baa the following .” We really gave poor Mr Hogg credit for more inventive power. If he must tell tarradiddles he should do so artistically. Does he suppose one elector in the Wairarapa is gulled by his manoeuvres ? Does he suppose one intelligent person believes in his Mrs Harris ? Dear oairey-Betsy, these stupid old election tricks were stale and worn out when you were a naughty (very naughty, judging by your maturity) youngster, painfully learning to distinguish big B from a bull’s foot and padding your pantaloons to protect your young person from that rod yon so frequently deserved, but, alas! too seldom got Bogus letters written by yourself to yourself and sham telegrams are played out Give them a net Try something new.