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NZ Truth, Issue 59, 4 August 1906, Page 7

The prospects of a happy wedding eometinies get busted up through a trifling incident. There was n charming bit of skirt who slaved behind the lace counter at a Sydney frill establiehment, who had just got into the blissful stage of feeing engaged to a" strapping young spark-, when some of her pals happened td discover that he kept a poultry shop. Then the girl's life became a misery. All day long, at intervals, some wag would ring up for her on the 'phone. When she Would trip over and clap the sound producer to her shell-like listener a far-off voice would crow : "Cock a doodle do !" or cry : "Chook ! chook ! chook !" then roar laughing- and ring off. The young buck with the comfortable poultry business is ' now wandering disconsolately about among his roosters and wondering ; what the devil he has^ done to got the break. The converted Chow who sets out to reform the white sinner is n , curious proposition. A slant-eyed limb of Confucius, with a face like n living jini-jam, pulled out a. bible m the Domain on Sunday afternoon and turned himself fiercely into the soul-saving business. There was a Salvarmy gathering ranting on one side of him and a mad-eyed spiritualist on tother, but the shrill yells of the yellow disciple rose like the wail of „ lost soul above the religious din. "My dear sissetah and bl udder," he screamed ; "why you n o come a Jeda Oli ? You blazum m hell if you no come. Me saved ; you no saved ; oh ! dear sissetah, you come along a me to Cli. Me helpeo you to come. You white^girl me yellow man, nlle same, some day you white angel with me, savee? You come now, eh ?" Suddenly there was a commotion among the crowd and a big red whiskered navvy, who smelt like a dynamited brewery, bore down on to the slant-eyed preacher and fathered him up bodily m his arms- "Will we come to you ?". roared the giant ; "yes, I'll come now, ye yaller bible thunipin' squib. The hide of ye coinin' out on your pat to convert white people ? 'Tis no use yo wrig-g-lin', me clarlint, I:m going to throw ye to the wolves !" Then the fiery bearded one strode over to the Salvarmy with the Chow yelling "Pleece ! pleece 1" and finally hurled him through the big drum, then dodged away, before the traps came.