HONE AGAIN.

Manawatu Herald, Volume XXXVIII, Issue 1511, 17 February 1916, Page 3

HONE AGAIN.

“Tenakoe, Mitta Edita; py kripe. konui te werra, isn’t it ?” “Yes it’s very warm Hone —a hot time alround, eh ?”

“You right. T hear te river nearly dry, so te Queen get stuck ewery time. Poukama tell me he newer know when he get te sugar and flour —te old Queen always on te mud bank. What te matter te fella ? Too busy wit te war to look after te harbour ? I tink Pil Hennessy must shake him up soon, isn’t it ?”

“Yes, Hone, Mr Hennessy and the Harbour Board will soon get pjssesston of the wharf now a Royal Commission is set up and then the steamers will have no difficulty in keeping up t° time. “I dunno. Te Gowerment too much te bally humbug. Jus like a mob of sheep—dunno where be s going half te time. Walker and Fnrrie he say tetra : “ * e same te steamer. He plenty butter half-past one and he wait ewery day till half-past two and then te guard, Jimmy Crowe, iarp and say ‘Kanni te mahi (too much work). Te Foxtou people too bally slo w. Te Gowerment kick em about like te sick hen. Why not te Foxtou people kick up te bally row like te Palmerston people ? Palmerston people he ask for te moon and py kripe 1 tink te Gowerraent give it. Palmerston got pfenfy gas. Foxton only got te Town Clerk. He te best man knock out te Gowerment.”

“I suppose you are keeping very busy now, Hone ?”

“Py kripe yes. I work one mill eight bob. Te other feller say, ‘Hone, you come wit me Igivvou nine bob.' Then another feller say, ‘Hone you porangi,’ ask him twelve bob—tat te Red Fed way. So I ask twelve boh and te boss he swear werry hard —te bad words —but he give mete twelve bob alright.” “But you might ask too much, Hone, and lose the job ?” “Tat what I ’fraid, jus’ like when I cart te spuds in te new dray—te one Richmond make for me. I put on one ton te first day. Nex day te ole woman say, ‘Hone, put on more tis time.’ I did. Then he say, put on te one more sack. Tat te way te d’ay capsize, break te shaft and kill te horse. No good too greedy. I werrv sorry—werry angry, Mitta Edita.”

“Better to be content with a fair thing, Hone.” “You right. Tat te way te Red Fed. goin’ to kick te bucket —isn’t it ? Then Houe commenced to laugh hilariously. “Why, whatever is wrong with you, Houe?” “I forget to tell you ’bout te ole woman’s mat (carpet) she buy from Giorgi Stile. I spoil it. I go for te walk to try my new poot I buy from Tom Petti. Tom sell mete poot while Wictor go for te swim. I walk along te road to te pictures, and te tar stick to te poots. Igo home and te tar get on te mat. Te missus kick up te devil, aud want to fight George Coley and all te Council. Nex day she use all te water in te tank try to get te tar off. But te mat no good now. He newer cook me te hreakfus tis morning.” “What about the war. Hone ?” “Werra.sl think te sun soou go down for Germany now. Newer mind te Turkey now —settle him alright after te big rope put round all te odder fellows. Then pull hard from te West, and soon choke te bally German. I link te big pull in March, and finish up November. Must go now. So long !”