STRIKE HARD.

Pukekohe & Waiuku Times, Volume 4, Issue 4, 15 January 1915, Page 4 (Supplement)

STRIKE HARD.

Mr. Tin!i?j was ill. Indeed. Mr. Tin* ney had not sli.pt for throe nights. Consequently on the fourth morning u doctor was isumnioned. Pallid and worn, Mr. T. lay back on hu pdlows and addressed the medico. "J)octor." lie faltered, turning his face to the wall, " 1 can't sleep." "I'm!" grunted the burly medico, as ho critically gazed on Mr. T.'s recumbent form. "They tell mo," wont on the patient, in a hopeless voic*. "that you have a spee'al cure for sleeplessness." " Unco I can strike the cause of the trouble it's finished with,'' agreed tho doctor. Hopo shining in his eyes, Mr, T. sal up in bed. "Doctor." ho cried you'll find tht» baby in the next house." THAT'S WHY. Henry felt like it ; He'd had a bus} day .it tho office doing nothing, and hu arrived himo in a finicky mood. Prettv and charming, his wife presided at the dinner-table. "What'll you have. dear?'' she asked. "Sjmo'of this pie, some eggs. ot Henry fastidiously surveyed both, pursed his lips and trilled with some pie. The face at tin, other end of the table hardened a little. "Why," lie inquired, late;, as a smiling: ragamuffin closed the garden gate, "do you feed every tramp that comes along. They do nothing for you. "Xo." said his wife calmly; "hut (hero's a eert,rn satisfaction in seeing a man oat a meal without finding fault with the cooking!" A DREARY JOB. At seventeen n young man's fancy lightly turns to thoughts of seek*. He has probably just left school, and foe's that, ho oh is it to an expectant. woriJ to give a : ivtt. Something of this sort, at any rate, was i:i tho unripe brain of Cuthbert Henry. HU socks and t-'es worn of tho .".uciiiin suit order, with a dash of the banner and Zulu war pa in}, thrown in. Tlieso ti!!e<l his little soul with untold del'siiit. Tln> only blot on an otherwise •'.ierfect state of things was that his moustache. not to mention his beard, -.■'. lowed no signs of appearing. In the seclusion of his bedroom he riibl>ed all sorts of noisnnia liquids and pastes info hV, bun-lik" face without producing anything but- a crop of spots. In desperation ho decided to begin shaving, as he had been teld that made the hair grow. He walked into a, barber's shop und put. down. "Shave please!" quoth he. Without a word, the barlior latered hir. fane, and then stood idly bv Outbbert Henrv's si(K as though lie expected something to happen. "What are you waiting for. my man?" quoth ('uthlvprt Henry. "For your beard, sir!" replied that worthy tradesman.