FATHER IS WILLING TO PAY.

New Zealand Graphic, Volume XVI, Issue XIII, 28 March 1896, Page 352

FATHER IS WILLING TO PAY.

I’M just that glad o’ gettin’ home I don’t know what to do. For I’ve been off a boardin’ all The long, warm summer through. Uncomfortable swell tailor suits I’ve been obliged to wear. And patent leather p’inted shoes That almost made me swear. I’ve had fer eatin’ little dabs Of poor digestin’ stuff. Served up on doll sized dishes What would never hold enough.

I’M just that glad of gettin’ HOME. My high priced ‘ airy ’ room was so Excruciatin’ hot That in the future I can’t wish My host a warmer spot ; And if I used relievin’ words After we’d gone to bed, Why, mother’d say, ‘ Sh ! sh ! there’s folks All round and overheard.’ I went ’cause mother said we must Give our Estelle a show To see society and learn Its oddish ways—you know.

SERVED UP ON DOLL-SIZED PLATES. Since Uncle Billy died and left His ’Frisco pile to me I’m jest the same old customer I allers used to be. But mother, lor ! when she’s rigged out In satin, lace and fur, She’s most as like them high-up folks As chestnut burr to burr. She and Estelle have started now On one of Cookie’s tours, To rush through noted cities, over Mountains, lakes and moors.