WEARING OF THE KILT.

Stratford Evening Post, Volume XXXVI, Issue 47, 1 July 1913, Page 5

WEARING OF THE KILT.

SCOTTISH SOCIETY. (By Donal' Macdonald.) Yesterday bei' the Sawbath Day a' thought a' wud tak' a stroll uwre an' ea' on ma auld freen Sandy McPherson. A' chapit at the door an' Sandy cries oot, "Come in," so, in a' K ail g an ' "Man hoop are ye the day?" says Sandy. "Oh brawly," says a', "brawly, an' hoo arc ye yersel." "Och a'.m gran', thenk ye, Donal', an' whits the latest oot et Toko." "Weel, Sandy, a' suppose ye herrd us Toko chappies are ga'en to hev anither 'Wee Scotch Nicht' afore lung." "Lush sakes, an' dae ye tell me sae, man, but a'm richt gled to hear it ; ye maun tell me a' aboot it Donal'." "Weel, Sandy, yo ken, wo hae a Strang brench o' the Scottish Society in Toko an' we held a meetin' twa or three weeks hack an' decided tae hev a Scottish Social an' Dance, an noo we've fixed the date fur Friday, the 25 July." !

"A whit," says Sandy, "an wull there he nae 'speerits then." "Naw," says a', "ye ken it wild na dae tae Jiae ony whusky et a thing o' that kine, but we're ga'en tae hae 'A Wee Scotch Xicht' fur men "only a week or twa later on, but ahoot this itiier affair, man we've got a line quait obleegin' chid fur secretary an' a groat big snney chap fur chieftain. We're ga'en to hev gran' music fur oor dancin' an' a lot o' pipers under the chairge o' yon douce Hielan' laddie, Sandy McCowan, frae tSrati'ord. We hae put on twa wrastlin' ghillies tae keep order et the door, Evan Jones an' Sandy Ferguson, an' the M.C.'s wull he Geordie Morrison an' Malcolm Cernhoefer. A' hear that bran' new kilts hev been ordered fur Chieftain Lees, Vice-president Murray Urquhart, an' Geordie Morrison an' the lasses are a' anxious tae hae the first dance wae oor kilties. Hut, Sandy, a' nearly forgot tae tell ye aboot the supper, that, ye ken, is left tae the weemen buddies tae luk efter. Hut a' maun gang awa' hame noo Sandy fur a' hae a soo comin' near the piggin' an' maun luk efter

tier. "Am-, weel, guidbye, DonaP, an' a'm gled ye cam alang an' tell't me aboot the Social fur a' wudna' miss that fur a guid lot an' a' wudna miss the 'men only' ave for a gUid lot mair.' "Guidbye, Sandy, an' dinna' forget Friday, the 25th July.