HONE WANTS CREDIT.

Manawatu Herald, Volume XXXVI, Issue 1298, 17 September 1914, Page 2

HONE WANTS CREDIT.

“I very angry tis storekeeper pheller,” said Hone. “Te ole woman want te soap, te tea, te painkiller —by kripe, Mr Edita, ciat te good stuff, te painkiller. I tink te German he buy it all up before te war over, isn’t it ? Well, I go te shop an’ say, you give me please te soap, ts tea, te painkiller —three bottle —I frighten for te German. Mister Walker and Furrie he say, ‘all right, Hone,’ and he make te werry nice parcel. I put out ray hand for te parcel, and he tell me, ‘nine bob.' I say, tat’s alright, put it on te pook. He tell me, ‘te clock stop’—no tick. Well, I get te werry angry, and ask him, you tink my name no good ? you all te same te pub, no money no beer. You can keep it, and look out for te five quid I owe you. He tell me he werry sorry, but no more tick te pakeha te Maori. I say, put it up te flue, I go to my friend, Bauckham. He give mete big laugh. Well, Bauckham, he listen my korero, an’ then he say no more tick, too ! Well, Igo to Rimmer. Mitta Saif he say, ‘Hulloa, Hone, I never see you for te long time.’ I tell Mitta Snif, te ole woman want te soap, te tea, te painkiller. Mitta Snif he very quick make te parcel. I say, I pay you bye an’ bye. Then Mr Snif, he say, ‘sorry, Hone, no more tick.’ Py kripe, I get werry angry and tell him, no good like that. Well, I leave te shop an’ go to Mitta Kelly, and tell him te ole woman want te soap, te tea, te painkiller, an’ I pay end of te month. He put te hands up just like te drown man, an’ say te war won’t let him give te tick to te pakeha an’ Maori. He got te tousand pound on te pook an’ can’t do it. Igo home an’ tell te ole woman, an’ she give mete hiding. Dls war no good to Hone, so I goin’ to look for te job cuttin’ flax. When I get te tick I not work, but now I must find te job. Some my pakeha friend be got to work too, isn’t it ?”