GETTING THE BETTER OF SANDY.

Temuka Leader, Issue 2310, 26 January 1892, Page 3

GETTING THE BETTER OF SANDY.

Both were healthy lads, and when they came in from the turnip field and found a not-over-capacious pot of mashed potatoes awaiting them by way of dinner, each was seized with the notion that he could dispose of the lot without assisstance. This feeling was productive of a brilliant idea in the brain of Jock. He knew that Sandy’s stomach was of the squeamish order, and hoped by “ scunnerin ” him at the outset to get the pot to himself. « Mon, Sandy,” quoth he, as the latter delved in with a horn spoon of spade-like size, “ I diima sea hoo we can eat thae tatties ava ” “ Whey ?” “ Cuz I was in here when the mistress was champin’ them, and there was a beetle in them.” “ Ugh !” said Sandy, showing an inclination to “ bock ” “ and did she no’ tak it oot !” “ No, she just champit awa.” Sandy went out for some fresh air, and no sooner was his back turned than, chuckling, Jock set to and emptied the pot. He had barely finished when Sandy came back. u Guidsake !” the latter ejaculated, u ye hinna etten thae things wi a clock champit up among them, Jock, hae ye ?” “It wasna a clock, it was a beetle.” “A beetle?” “Ay a tattie beetle. There it’s on the table.” Sandy caught up the beetle, while Jock shot out at the door. When last seen Jock was still ahead.