AT THE SHOW.

Manawatu Herald, Volume XXVIII, Issue 3723, 3 November 1906, Page 2

AT THE SHOW.

Jack: Say, Dad, what’s that ? mm Dad: Oh, that’s a prize cow.; " Jack: What’s a prize cow ? Dad: That’s one. Jack. What’s this? Dad : That’s a boar. Jack: What’s the matter with its nose ?

Dad: Nothing, That’s the way it grows.

Jack : Do all of them have that thing stickin’ up ? Dad: Yes. Jack : What’s it for ? Dad: Oh, for fighting and rooting in the ground.

Jack : Can he put up a good scrap ? Dad : Yes, I reckon. Jack: What's this big fat thing ? Dad; That’s a stallion.

Jack: What’s he good for? Dad: Nothing ; just to have in shows.

Jack: Dad, why do they call them all such big names ? Dad : Just because. Jack; But why? Dad : Just because, I tell you* Come on.

Jack ; Say, Dad, what makes all them colours on the animals ? • Dad; That’s natural colour. Jack: Who made it natural that way ? Dad: God. ' Jack: Did God make all the animals the way they are ? Dad: Yes. Jack: He must be busy! Oh, here are monkeys! Det’s stop and look at them ! Dad: No, come on. We’ll see them when we come out. Jack: But I want to see the monkeys. Dad : By and bye I tell you. Jack: But I, want to see thsm now!

Dad: They’ll be there when we come round again. Jack; No, they won’t. (Cry* ing.) Dad: Here, shut up that crying.

• Jack: But I want to see the monkeys, right now, too! Dad : Hush it, hush it, I say! Do you hear me? Catch me taking you to a show again. Come on; here’s the circus. Hurry up! We’ll miss part of it. There, see the men and women on horseback.

Jack: What’s that man with the funny night-drawers on ? Dad: That’s the clown. Isn’t he funny ?

Jack: What’s he got on his face ?

Dad; That’s flour. Jack : What’s he got it there for?

Dad : To make him look funny. Jack: Dad, I want some peanuts.

Dad : Here comes the trapezists. Jack: What’s trapezists ? Dad: People that do things up in the air on those trapezes.

Jack : What for ? Dad: Confound it! Don’t ask so many questions, Dock and see for yourself. Jack: I want some chocolates.

Dad : Dook at the woman now —see her fly through the air. Jack : Is that a woman ? Dad : Yes; that’s a woman. Jack: Where's her clothes ? D^d: 'ljjdon’t know. Jack : Ain’t she got any ? Dad: No! Jack : Did she lose ’em ? Dad: Yes. Shut up! Jack; In the San Franciso fire? Dad: Yes. Keep still, can’t you.

Jack: Why don’t somebody give her some ? Dad, I want some lemonade. Dad, Dad, Dad, Dad, Dad! Blow it, Dad, can’t you hear nothin’ ? I want some lemonade.

Dad: Will you shut up if I buy you some ? Jack: Yes.

Dad: And not bother me asking any more questions ? Jack: Yes. Dad: All right, then ; see that you do.

(Two minutes elapse.)

Jack: Dad, what’s he doing that for ?

Dad : Just to What did you promise me ? Jack: But I want to know. Dad: You’re the worst kid I ever saw, asking questions. Catch me bringing you to another show! Jack : When is the next one ?