THE FOREGONE CONCLUSION

Bay of Plenty Beacon, Volume 10, Issue 41, 23 October 1946, Page 6

THE FOREGONE CONCLUSION

“Mick! What do you do when you

dont?”. “Pat me boy,” said Mick, “I won’t Have you putting the horse before

• the cart, And getting home before we start.” “I don’t agree with your verdict me lud, Your view of the case is as clear as mud, None so blind as those who will not

see Holes through a ladder, leaves on a

tree,” Michael replied quite heatedly. “Mick,” said Pat, “I have you there, Holes through a ladder are empty

air, When the leaves fall the trees are bare.” “Your contentions, Pat, are void of

sence; Some play the fool for want of

pence, But folly, Pat, is your misfortune. So let up on your vain distortion Of facts, and let’s consider, the

spud.” “Bedad, I will right now, me lud; Since your judgment saviours of the

crater Derived from old Ireland’s famed pertater, The moonshine fondly called Poth-

een, Without which sad, would Ireland

have been.” “Don’t forget Pat, it’s your turn to

pay.” “Ne’er will gamble Mick, for the yea or nay.” “Sure Pat, your a blatherskito all the way.” H. SERGANT.