Too Good to be True.

Feilding Star, Volume XVI, Issue 12, 14 July 1894, Page 4

Too Good to be True.

'I h»» may •! <n th > read a;i spot in qu.'srioji w , a huich-r. He was wholly ijiuuraur. 01 ball-room etiquette of course, but ho obtained the servicea of a uian known by the sobriI quet of «» Bill," Bill caught on readily, and in due time the ball in honour of the Governor was given by the Mayor, and attended by the elite of the district. " Bill the Butcher " had 'em all on of course, and with his hair I well plastered down on top with urea c ' and turned under in a killing roll at I the back, he strutted round the room as proud as a peacock with two tails, or a lawyer with hia first case. When the time for starting 1 the sport arrived, Bill stepped into the middle of the room, made a bob to His Excellency, and then yellfd out, v "^ow, chaps, catch on t'yer pardners. aud form the ' Fust SeV' No two blokes to dance together, nor two donahs either." This was something 1 of a startler for the •' Huvmint 'Ouse" party present, but the commanding: tone in which Bill pave his '* borders" made .he Mayor believe that his man wos ''doing 1 splendid," and he mentally resolved to raise his wages straight away. The sets were promptly formed, the Governor and the L:idy Mayoress taking «lip. lead, and Bill, having: clapped his h:»n is to secure ! attention, shouted, " \\\ ready? Off yer jfo ! Top >.idy and hoppersite "g-ent advance to the centre, sliaz-zay-cruzz^y, and then swinp parrjners!" The word '• swinti 1 " was faTiy shrinked ont. and n.ivprnor Dutf. entprinir v«to .he spirit of thp revelry, gripped the ample waist of the Mayoress, and swung her round with such vigour that the affrighted Mayor called, " Hey, pro easy with 'er, yer Hexellency ! Lo' Mew me ! '0^ ud you ]fke if I swung your missis round like a bloonrtn' teototuro? Go slow, or you'll make the ole girl sicker 'n a dorg ! " After that the Governor * { went slow," and the remainder of the entertainment, to use Bill's own words, went " simply pcrumptiouß."