Wairarapa Jottings.

Free Lance, Volume I, Issue 28, 12 January 1901, Page 14

Wairarapa Jottings.

Masterton has been photographed recently from tho tyrant of Queenstreet to the little boy from Kurupuni. The work is passing good — in fact, wonderful, for the money. Recently two well-known mashers entered the studio, and faced the camera. When the pictures were completed the older of the two, whose insatiable thirst for "taking lives" has made him the dreaded of the sterner sex— the admired of the other — was away, and the complete sets were sent to his companion, a modest youth, with auburn hair and downward glance. With malice prepense, this innocent forwarded copies of his companion's photo to every yellow-faced old maid in the town. Returning before Christmas, the astonished canvasser was effusively thanked by sundry wrinkled Olivias for his photo. Masterton is now too small for the aforesaid mashers. * • • Hearty congratulations to Mr. B. J. Dolan, who passed his final law (solicitors') examination, with the exception of property law, some time since. When one takes into consideration the uphill game he had to fight — ordinary office work, private coaching, and then hia corporation work— it is most creditable. This year Mr. Dolan intends competing for the first barristers'. * * ♦ The event of the year happened the other day. It was a game of billiards. The combatants were a local bookseller and a popular Boniface. Boniface appropriately went bung, and there was sorrow in the house of the righteous, for the brethren with the lime-kiln thorax were there in force, anticipating a win for Bung, with its attendant feast of reason and flow of soul. The stake was half a hundred, and the side-wagers were correspondingly striking. The book man kept a steady hand, and a steadier head; and, although Bung, in his own inimitably classical style, tried his level best to unnerve him, he wore the Boniface down, and won in a common canter.