THE TWO DUCKEYS.

Patea Mail, Volume II, Issue 151, 20 September 1876, Page 2

THE TWO DUCKEYS.

A Ci.kvki.axd drummer (says the Leader') was in Illyria a few Sundays ago, and while sitting in his room hoard, from the next room, the mysterious question and answer — “ Whose dnekoy are you ?” “ I’h your duckey.” A few moments passed, during which the drummer sat in open-mouthed wonder, and ihe silence was again broken, “ Whose dnekoy are you ?” “ I’s your dnekey.” Unable to stand it much longer, alone the Clevelander hurried down to the olliee, learned that a newly-married couple were in the house, invited three other drummers to hoar the fun and tip-toed back to the room. The wicked quartette crammed their handkerchiefs into their months, and during the next quarter of an hour heard that fond conundrum put and answered no less than four times by the unconscious rustic and his blushing bride At dinner, as luck would have it, the bride and groom were seated between two of the drummers, wliile the original discoverer of the bonanza sat opposite. The table had been cleared of the substantial and orders for dessert had been given. At that moment a spirit of mischief look entire possession of the Clevelander. Loaning across the table be looked archly at bis nearest friend, and in dulcet tone propounded the conundrum. “ Whoso duckey are yon ?” The other chap was equal to the emergency, and in tones of affected sweetness, got in his answer, “ I’s your dnekey.” Two scarlet rustic faces, the flutter of a ■white dress through the doorway, two vacant seats at the table, and four , crazy drummers laughing till the tears ran, flashed across the vision of the spectator as the curtain fell.