THE CANDIDATE.

Te Aroha News, Volume VIII, Issue 488, 12 July 1890, Page 8

THE CANDIDATE.

“Father, who Ravels onr road so late Hush, my child, ’tje the' Candidate J pFit example bf human woes, {Early he comes and late he goes ! 'He greets tlso 'Kio.tli.ci* with courtly grace And kisses the baby’s diity face ; lie calls to the fence the farmer at work; lie bores the merchant,' he'boiesthc clerktThe blacksmith, while In’s anvil rings, He greets, and this is the song lie sings : Howdy, howdy, how d'ye do :? pow is your wife, and how are you ? Alij'it fits my fist as “ho other can, The horny hand of the working man “Husband, \yJio is that at the gate ?” Hide, thy dear, it’s the Candidate !' “Husband, why can?the work like you ? Has he nothing at all at home to do ?" “My love, whenever a man is down,' No cash at home, and no credit in iOSvn, r loo dull to pi-each; and 100 pro ad to' b eg,. Too timid to rob, and too lazy to dig ' ■ .Then over bis horsfe 1 bis legs, be flings, And to the people this song; be Sings : * Howdy, bowdy, bow d.’ye do? ■ How is your wife, and how are you ? 4 Ah, it fits my fist as no other Can,' The hbrtfyliand'pf Lie workingman.” Pro.tbe.re, you who work early and late, 'Ask thes'e Lungs of the Candidate: AY hat is your record ? How'do you stand At heme ? Noii alter about jhe hand, lie it hard or soft, so it is not 'prone To close over money that’s not your own. Have you in view no thieving roguish plan ? ' ' Are you honest and capable? Then you’re the man ! • • Cheer such a man till the welkin rings ! {Join in the gland chorus which lie sings : “ Howdy, howdy, how d’ye do ? How is your wife, and how lire you ? Ah, it fits my list as no oilier can, The holiest hand of a political nian !”

A busy man lias found a happy use for {Edison's phonograph. He keeps one in iiis outer office, ap.d when any of his visitors betray an intimation'to spin a long yarn he introduces the phonograph, anil tells his visitors to talk to that, so tliat he may haveYn opportunity of listening to llie tale at his leisure. “The Fleslipots.’"—The parson: “I’m sorry to hear, Mrs Brown, that you were present last night at a ‘ Fly mouth Brethren’s ’ tea-meeting. I have often told you tiiat these doctrines arc highly cironcous.” Mrs Brown: “Erroneous, :ir, their doctrines may be, but their Cakes with siiltany raisins is excellent 1”