A Greenhorn.

Manawatu Herald, 28 August 1900, Page 3

A Greenhorn.

A pleasant little yarn is going round about a new chum who is green as a grasshopper. Bringing with him a nice pile of gold he purchased a track of fairly good country way back, intending to establish one of those idyllic farms that dot the land in inferior fiction. Of farming, or anything pertaining thereto he knew as much as a side of beef, but explained he had taken it up as a hobby. Becoming ac- j quainted with a C.T. at a city hotel, j the latter, after cracking a bottle, mentioned business, and the new chum did anything to oblige. " How about a steam plough now ?" " Oh, yes, I suppose you had better send up throe or four of them." The C.T. was astonished, but said nothing, cracked another bottle. " Harrows ? " "Oh ! let's say half a dozen of them.'' And so it went on, it was half a dozen ot everything. When the manager— who was engaged in the South — arrived, he was absolutely astounded when he saw the huge stock of implements. He angrily told his employer what an ! ass he was, and wrote to the firm ' telling them if they didn't take threej fourths of the goods back he would i never give them another order while jin New Zealand. The firm reluctantly complied, ami the jaw of the C.T. I screwed round into the centre pocket when he heard about it. !