Grandmother.

Horowhenua Chronicle, 26 March 1914, Page 2

Grandmother.

(By Walt Mason.)

Old granny sits serene and knits and talks of bygone ages, when she Miis young: and from her tongue there comes the truth of sages. "In vanished years, she says, "myclears, the girls were nice and modest, and they were shy, and didn't try to see whose wit was broadest. In cushioned nooks they read their books and loved the poet's lilting: with eager paws Ihoy helped their mas at cooking and at quilting. The maidens then would shy at men and keep them at a distance, and each new sport who came to court was sure to meet resistance. The girls were ilowers that bloomed in bowers remote from worldly clamour, ano when I view the modem crew they give me katzenjammer. The girls were sweet and trim-imd neat, as fair as hothouse lilies, and when 1 scan the modern clan I surely have tlie willies. llefinement fades when modern maids come forth in all their glory; their hats are freaks, the costume shrieks, their nerve is liunkydory. They waste the night and in-daylight they're doctoring and drugging; when I hey don't go to picture shows they're busy bunnyhugging." Then granny takes her pipe and breaks some plug tobacco in it, and smokes and smokes till mothei chokes and runs out doors a minute.