UTTERLY HOPELESS.

New Zealand Graphic, Volume XXI, Issue XXIV, 10 December 1898, Page 764

UTTERLY HOPELESS.

Mrs Bronston (pale, weary, and half-distracted)—‘That's the ninth girl I've had within a month, and she just threw a flat-iron at me.’ Mr Bronston—‘By the way. a party of us were trying to evolve a scheme for co-operative house-keeping. Our plan was to rent a small family hotel, hire our own servants, do our own managing, and share the expenses.’ That’s grand! It would be just like living in an absolutely perfect hotel, and at half the cost. Oh, I’m delighted! Who will go in with us?’ ‘Well, there's .links, for one.’ ‘His wife doesn't mot e in our set.' ‘And Winks?’ ‘Mrs Winks is a scandal-monger, and you know it.' •And Minks ’ ‘Catch me living under the same roof with that flirting woman.’ ‘Well, there’s Binks, husband of your friend, Mrs Binks.’ ‘Very nice in company, but they say she's a terror - at home.’ ‘And there's Finks.' ‘Mrs Finks is a regular old cat.’ •And Pinks.’ ‘Huh! Mrs Pinks and her two pretty daughters, with no thought but dress and the opera! Nice ones they'd be to keep house with.’ ‘And your dear friend, Mrs Kinks.’ ‘She didn't return my last call, and I've dropped her.’ ‘But what shall we do?’ ‘Get another girl.’