Page 4 Advertisements Column 1

Manawatu Herald, 9 June 1896, Page 4

THE CAKE THAT KATE BAKED. '* Tlila i 3 the cake that Kate baked. Thefie arc the plunm That la; in the cake that Kato baked. This Js the boy That uto tho plum.s That lay in the cuke that Eats baked. Theso aro tho Ills That worried the boy That ate tho plums That lay in tho cftko that Kato bated. Theee are tho pills That cured tho Ills That worried tho boy That ate the plums That lay in tho cake that Kate baked. This Is Katie, pretty and sweet, Who cave the pills That cured the ills That worried the boy Thai ato tho plums That lay in tho cake that Kate baked. Thi* is the doctor, bo grave and neat. Who proposed to Katie, pretty and sweat. Who gave the pills That cured the ills That worried the boy That ate the plums That lay in the cake that Kate baked. This is the pardon who thought it a treat To many the doctor, no grave and neat, Who proposed to Katie, pretty and sweet, Who gave the pills That cured tho ills That worried tho boy That ato the plums That lay in tho cake that Kato baked. -London Tit-Bits. Bevenge. Tom— My, bnt you're looking pretty! j|!;P'iil!flti|Pll||||i ! ** •** * Tom— What a fine silk coat yon have! Maria— Don't get fresh or we'll fight. THE TIGHT. JS*ji!ii^^-^Jl|l>r Iflfll itJffJ/ >-£} I CWTTOHQ INTO HOT WATER. I - -i-Chicago Herald. His Natural Bent. There was a large boiler of scalding water over a fire in the yard and several black imps playing near it. Suddenly a •hrill voice was heard from inside the •hanty: "You, George Washington, keep away from dat ar b'Uer. D'rectly you is gwiue tor upset de b'iler and scald yerself ter d«f , an w'en you is you'll bo de fust one to say, 'Twasn't me, mammy.'"— Texas Sittings. Couldn't Remember. A good brother who recen tly offered a prayer at a prayer meeting started to make reference to Noah, but got a little flustered and forgot the name of the patriarch. After hemming and hawing for n few moments he turned to a neighbor and asked in a loud whisper, "Who was it built the ark'r"— New York Tribune. A Correction. Mrs. Muscavado— The Newriches are people who don't know who their grandparents were. Mrs. Rockoil— Oh, yes, they do, but they hope that no one else does. — Harper 'a Bazar. Papa Tries It. Mamma — And how did my little pet got to sleep last night without mamma? Little Pct — Papa tried to sing to me like you do, an I hurried up nn went to deep so's not to hear it. — Good New*.