Sacred to the Memory of the Observer’s "Honor."

Wairarapa Standard, Volume XX, Issue 2095, 22 July 1887, Page 2

Sacred to the Memory of the Observer’s "Honor."

We take this, the earliest opportunity of tendering the Carterton * Observers ’ our heartfelt condolences upon the great bereavement they have lately sustained. The ‘ Observers’ have been, we xogret to say, bereft of their Honor. Whether their Honor is merely lost, stolen, strayed or dead does not appear quite plaun The ‘ Observers ’ who are of course in the first delirium of grief, simply announce the disappearance of their Honor under date July 19, and under heading “ Giving the Lie to a Foul Slander.” Their method of announcing the calamity that has befallen them is naturally a little incoherent, but we can pardon the incoherence of sorrow. As far as we can gather the * Observers ’ seem to imagine that there has been foul play in connection with their vanished Honor. They even go the length of insinuating that the * Wairarapa Daily ’ has stolen their Honor. Th’s accusation is so mixed up with tears about a certain Black Male and shrieks concerning a Judge Jeffrey, that we can, at present, hardly fathom the citanj of their affliction. But oven in their tribulation the * Observers ’ should be cautious. We put it to them, may not their Honor have strayed away and got lost P When did the ‘ Observers ' see their Honor last P Did they see it then with their naked eye or with a very powerful microscope F Is it not just possible that their Honor makes up into such a small parcel that a large sized housefly might have inadvertently eaten it without discovering its mistake? Of course the 1 Observers ’ honor would have poisoned the insect and we would suggest that the ‘ Observers’ make a post mortem examination of all the dead flies in their us lal resorts before they use such harsh words to the ‘ Wairarapa Daily.' Then, again, perhaps the 1 Observers’ did not treat their Honor well, and it may have committed suicide —in a whisky cask. Or, they may have overlaid it and smothered it with bad language and inuendo. A hundred things might have happened. Perhaps—wo hint tins in fear and trembling—perhaps, the ‘ Observers ’ never had any Honor to lose! I Here is a little story about Honor : Two ancient dames mot the other day; said one “ Good morning, Mrs li, bow are ye ?” “ I’m very bad, Mrs A, thankjye,” “ Why, what’s the matter ?” “ Boils, Mrs A, boils, mum.”

“ Boils I On your Honob, Mrs B ?” “ No, mum, on the tip of my tongue I"

May be that is where the ‘ Observers ’ carried their Honoh —and they have swallowed it.