STRAY NOTES FROM THE SATURDAY ADVERTISER.

Temuka Leader, Issue 263, 29 May 1880, Page 2

STRAY NOTES FROM THE SATURDAY ADVERTISER.

Prank Fudge, while on the subject of municipalities, states for the information j uf bis Northern readers that the wise men of Soutli Dunedin are still to the f re in the van of rowdyism. There have been several mee ;ings on the Flat during 1 the past week or so, and each gathering has h en noisier then the one preceding . it. : >n Tuesday evening a general g meeting of the ratepayers was convened I for the purpose of taking steps to put. a I stop to the disgraceful proceedings 1 which have reigned in the borough for J the ( ast mouth. The affair ended in a * J general shindy, in which the Clerk and a ratepayer nam d Glass were the most prominent figures. In the first instance the Mayor charged the Town Clerk .with uegligenc-, whereuprn that functionary jumped on, the platform, and told,His Worship that he was “ another,” at the ame lime bringing up the name of Mr Glass. (The Town Clerk is a Good Temp’ar, and ’.hat is the reason why he C; n't stand a Glass.) Mr Glass waxed indignant, and catching the municipal scribe by the understandings he pulled him off the stag*. The pen and ink man got liis dander ri •/., and went in to smash Glass. A regular rough and rueti n followed, whi. h soon * “Displaced the mirth, broke the good meeting x i With most admired disorder,” One of the sentimental imps attached to this office, who has heard “ The Blue Alsatian Mountains ” r. ndered recently i at a concert in Dunedin, has taken it upon himself to write a parody on that charming song. X cannot say that it is much of an improvement on the original, still, for a mere lad, it is a very passable composition : THE SOUTH DUNEDIN COUNCIL. In the South Dunedia Council * , Sat the members and the And soon began to bounce all The spouters who were there; . . His Worship called for order, ' f , A voice called, “Turn him out.” 1 The Town Clerk nud Recorder ~ Said, “ Now who’s a-gwine to shout 1” “ A play, a play, a {lay,” Tiiey all began to bray— ■; j But the South Dunedin Council y I Is a laughing stock alway. " I

In the South Dunedin Council Came the Burgees Roll—all hot. i * Of brains, why scarce an ounce all The Councillors had got—t Ths Town Clent, in a shindy, Was roughly used, alas,^ He tried to smash each windy (A paneful sight of glass) ! *■ A play, a play, a play,” They all began to bray, ■ r But the South Dunedin Council | Is a laughing stock alwav. /* Mr Thomas Bmcken, the well-known r editor of the “Saturday Advertiser” ; poet laur ate of New Zeal nd, has just had the .n rtifi -ation of being mistaken • for a barber. The editorial sanctum is ; next door to a harbor's shop, and as the vuriega f ed pole projects from between : the two establishments customers are aj> to be led astray. The supplies thi following account of Mr Brack-n’s adventure ;—A morning mr f two ago, a herculean Mueaian, with I stubbles on his chin half an inch long, dropped into the sanctum while my friend was writing in the throes of edit rial. Walking boldly into the i sacred precincts of the snuggery the un— . shaved one chopped into a vacant chair, and exclaimed in language .more forcible j\ i than polite, “Come on, bad luck to ye,, p come on.” My friend jumped into a / state of indignant astonishment, fury gleaming in his eye, and the ruler twirl-, mg in his hand, “ What the deuce do you want here ?” he shrieked. (It may be observed that a train of beautiful ideas had been scattered by the intrusion of the unwelcome visitor.) “ You’ve betther be civil or begog I’ll go over an’ get shaved at the shop op-posit, bevan the sthreet there,” replied the unsophisticated stranger. The absurdity of the situation so struck my friend that i e burst into a hearty laugh, and explained to the intruder that although ;t was a part of his business to lay on the soap and use the scissors at limes, he was rather an awkward hand with the razor. He then directed him next door, where in a few minutes he had his j stubble mown to his entire satis action. 4