ARE WE ALL ALIKE?

Hawke's Bay Tribune, Volume XVII, 3 December 1927, Page 12

ARE WE ALL ALIKE?

WHEN DAD HITS ROOF.

Our Dad is one of the most easygoing of men. He’s always ready to help a neighbour out of a difficulty, or give neighbours’ kiddies a ride to school on wet days when he takes ours. If the dinner is late because there wasn’t quite enough wind to cause a good draught for the oven. Dad doesn’t grouch, but has a lew minutes' read of the "Exporter.” If the cow gets into Mum’s garden. Dad will patiently go and shoo her out, and wonder audibly who the deuce left the rails down. If the bank manager rings up and politely intimates that the overdraft is getting low. Dad brushes his hair, puts on his coat, and pays a few informal calls on neighbours, who-'ve left small bills unpaid ’until necessity meaning Dad, urges. If Mum and the boys simply must get into town (15 miles) on Friday night, Dad’ll fix the cows) for them somehow. But just let Mum or the boys chance to say when Dad is ready for tho show, a trip to town, a weddin, or a funeral, 1 ‘ Dad, you d’o need a new suit, you look quite shabby?” Then Dad h;ts tho roof, and the small fry scatter. "What’s the matter with my suit anyway I’ve only had it new since the war, and with all you extravagant peopre about, how’d I get another one. I’d like to know. And this one does me, and if you don’t like it, don’t come out with mo,” etc.,