So It Is.

New Zealand Graphic, Volume XXXV, Issue 2, 15 July 1905, Page 55

So It Is.

Mr. Quibbles had engaged a new officeboy. Be was a raw-looking you’ll, but Mr. Quibbles prefers them that way: they aren’t such an anxiety us the smart brand. One of Maddock’s first tasks was to copy a letter, and, as is the custom in lawyers’ offices, the letter and copy were read over together. • Dear Sir,” —read Maddock—“l beg to acknowledge the receipt of your letter of the 17th ult. ” ‘‘Maddock,” interrupted Mr, Quibbles, “what does ult. mean?” For a moment an expression that was absolutely blank overspread the features of the new youth; then it cleared, and a smile of conscious knowledge took its place. ‘•Please, sir,” he said, “it’s what they say to the soldiers when they want ’em to stop!”