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Te Aroha News, Volume VII, Issue 450, 1 March 1890, Page 5

A dealer in waste told some secrets of his trade the other day. A lot of old iron, it appears, goes back to the smelting furnaces and is re-melted and used up again. Some old iron gets a little cleaning and a coat of paint, and goes forth as new stuff again. Old leather is put to a great many uses. It is used for making glue, and gelatine, and shoddy leather, and some of it is even employed for butterine. The odds and ends of the fine calf-skins which are used for making drum-heads and banjo and tambourine heads, go to make gold size, and the finest of it is eaten as gelatine lozenges. Little Fritz (standing at the foot of the bed where his sick brother is being examined by the physician): “ Oh, mamma, I wish I were sick ! Then I could stick my tongue out as far as I wanted to without being whipped for it.” Editor to persistent writer—Now, if you will promise roe on your honour never to send me anything more of yours 111 print this alleged’ poem. Mr B. : ‘My dear Mrs Croesus, may I not put your name down for tickets for Professor Pundit’s course of lectures on Buddhism?’ Mrs C. : ‘Oh, by all means ! You know how passionately fond I am of flowers!’