HOW’S BUSINESS?

New Zealand Graphic, Volume VI, Issue 28, 12 July 1890, Page 20

HOW’S BUSINESS?

‘ Only fare,’ says the restaurant-keeper. ‘ Sow sow,’ replies the farmer. ‘ Squally,’ groans the nurse-maid. ‘ Sluggish,' grunts the pugilist. ‘Clothes times,’ growls the tailor. ‘ Enough to give a fellow fits. Trade’s all cut up. Too many breeches of trust.’ ‘ Looking up,’ smiles the astronomer. ‘ Fine! ’ ejaculates the police-court magistrate. ‘ Waking up,’ responds the hotel porter. ‘ Mighty scaly,’ whines the fishmonger. ‘ Red-hot,’ pants the fireman. ‘(food deal of tick,’ snaps the watchmaker. ‘ Don’t strike me favourably. I’d spring a chance to get into something else —wind this up mighty quick.’ ‘ ’Deed, I’d rather not say,’ warily rejoins the lawyer. ‘ Lease said soonest mended.’ ‘ Business ! Don’t talk about business !’ chuckles the editor of the funny paper. ‘That’s shear nonsense I Paste that in your hat.’