ADAM'S RIBS & EVE'S BROLLY

NZ Truth, Issue 1199, 22 November 1928, Page 19

ADAM'S RIBS & EVE'S BROLL Y

DEAR OLD PIXIE.— Writ m a husky whisper, this, by all that is left || of your Taffy. I feel like something the cat would scorn, m Its more || reasoned moments, to bring home, and I look a bit worse. Yes, old || thing, elections and yet again elections. || What with singing "The Red Flag" backwards, and "God Save The f| King" frontwards and "Tipperary" sid.eways, the whole of Wellington || sounds like one of those advertisements '.'Huskitones— Before Taking." || And what with being trampled underfoot by great men and their gigan- H tic wives on the big night— well, what the whole of Wellington looks || like is a subject that only a medical man would be competent to || discuss. ■ •,■'<. > 11 You and I, knowing a thing or two, and on occasion even three, H have never had much faith m the idea that men are the stronger sex. || Well, honest, you should have stood shoulder to shoulder with me on II election night' and you'd have-known for.certain .that the most whis- || kered (or whiskied) cavemen is a mere kitten compared with some of II these passionate political petticoats, when they get blood m their eye || and an umbrella m their grip. Either the umbrella's ribs give out — || or the next-door neighbor's do. — Yours, m fragments, TAFFY. ' ||