TOO BAD.

Oamaru Mail, Volume I, Issue 141, 3 October 1876, Page 3

TOO BAD.

A Cleveland drummer (say* the £W't) was tn Klyria a few ago, and white sitting in his room heard from the next room, the mysterious question ai f? ;r:swer ,s Whos-'j den key are yon 1" " I's" yonr dttckey I" A few moutuiit.[.lapsed, dnring whictt the drummer sat in open-mouthed wonder, and the silence was again broken— * 4 Whose drtckey are you f r " I's • your dtiekoy f T'nable to stand it much lougtH' alone, th. Clevetandt.r hurried down t»» the oJlice, learned that a Handy-married couple were in the house, tnvitud three ot.ier Jwmmsrs to iiear the t'rtn, and tiptoed back to his room. Tve wicked quartette crammed their handkerchiefs in their mouths, ano du. itv; the nuxt quarter of an ho»»r heard that f-»nd conundrum put and answereo no !ess than tour times by the unconscious ntstic and his flushing bride. At dinner, as luck would have it, the bride and groom were seated between one of tue drummers, while the original discoverer of the bonanza sat opposite. The table had been chared of the substantials, and orders had been given for dessert. At that moment a spirit of mischief took possession of the Clevelander. Leaning across the table he looked archly at his nearest friend, and in dulcet tones propounded the conundrum, '• Whose dttckey are you I" The other chap was equal to the emergency, and in tones of atfected sweetness got in his answer, "I'se your duckey I" Two scarlet mstic faces, the flutter of a white dress through the doorway, two vacant s afcs at the table, and four crazy drummers laughing till the tears ran, flashed across the vision of the spectator as the curtain fell.