THAT ROYAL VISIT.

Manawatu Herald, Volume XLVIII, Issue 3540, 21 September 1926, Page 4

THAT ROYAL VISIT.

HOW THINGS ARE FIXED UP. “Oriel,” the funny contributor of the Melbourne Argus, gives rein to his imagination apropos of the promised visit of the Duke and. Duchess of York. Dipping into! the Irish vernacular, he imagines a conversation after this style:— “Ye never lean tell, Djnny, my bhoy, the rayson av it at all. ’Tis not for the loikes av yon or me to be discussin’ the customs av Royalty. In a manner av speakin’ thim Kings an’ Princes don’t be thinkin’ the same as you and me. Why ’tis less thrubble to thim to be coinin’ round the wnrrld than for you to be goin’ to yer Aunt Bridget’s at Footseray for the wake-end. “You’d have to find a newspaper lo wrap the nightshirt av ye in, and then go an’ buy yer ticket, but not thim. The Prince, he just goes to the telyphone an’ rings up the Admiralty an’ says: ‘Are ye there'? O’ll thrubble ye to be borrowin’ wan av me father’s ships as Oi’m goin’ to Australy wid me wife, an look slick about it, and that’s all there is to it, Dinny. “’Tis the same wid ( thcir changin’ the route av thim. Sez the Prince to (he King, “Tis purty rotten weather they do be havin’ in Australy in March. Oi do be bearin’ dad.’ ‘Yer right, Albert, me bhoy,’ sez the King, knocking the ashes out av his pipe agin the kitchen hob. ’Twill make ye perspire a treat, me som ’An ye’ll’be wantin’ to take yer thin singlets’ sez the Queue, lookin’ up from.her knittin.’

“’Tis then the Prince sez, ‘Oi’m not mindin’ it for mcself, but there’s Mary; she can’t, abide the sun, apart from it spoilin’ the complexshun av her. Oi’m thinkin’ we’d best go to this here New Zealand first.’ ‘Yer right,’ sez the King; ‘have it yer own way mo bhoy. Just ring* up the Prime Minister an’ tell him, wid my compliments, ye do be afther changin’ yer mind, an’ Oi’d take it kindly if he’d fix it for ye, for it’s easier to lid changin’ yer mind than the climate to be sure.” “An, so they does it, an’ While the Prince goes off to ring up Mr Baldwin, the King goes into the attic an’ looks out some old silk shirts for him pwhat he wore hisself when lie came here. Moind ye, Dinnie, Oi’m not sayin’ that’s pliwat it was word for word,, but no doubt ’twas somethin’ loike it.”