THE FAT IN THE TIRE.

Thames Star, Volume VI, Issue 1804, 14 October 1874, Page 3

THE FAT IN THE TIRE.

" Get oat of to.kitchen, I say, Mollycot! And prny let tho dinner alouc. What ()o you know of keeping the lid on the pot ? Ov of salting the TcmieMe and hone. I'll pin a dislicloufi to the tails of your coat, As suro as'iny name's Mary Anno! There! you've choppod a bit out of fcho new • butter boat,. ■ ,■ ■ ■ You mithoririg, meddlesoiao man! " You're wcodjery book, arc you, as good as . JDame'G/asse ? Bound in cqlf, then, by special desire ; Now, mind hjpw the saucepan of gravy you pajs, \ ' •■ .•• :■ : Or you'll, aepd it all into tho fire! Just what I expected-! Not hick up a row, And the soot coming down ? By wiy power! If you don't get upstairs in an intrant, I vovr I will dredge you a!l over with flour. ." How they roast at the Club, sir, I value not that:, X"or the best of its beautiful mzmbers ; Jane, quick ■w.ith the flaunel, he's upset the fat A\\ over tho hob and the orubera Was thero e'er fucli a plague ? Were I que>;n of thVland," I know WHO should soon feel my dread wiil; I'd abolish all clubs with a resolute haud, And Hollycots send to the trcadm:ll! " Talce it coolly, indeed ! Where's tho -wife who pluck shows That '■would brook such, a pear, in ber kitchen ? ■ To tako a piece out or your nasty red noae My linger* aro certainly iichiog : — Lawk-a-mercy! What's tint ? " A biazo and a roar; . "The csimney's on firo, brieka and mortar! Don't stand there a grinning, yau lunatic boro! But bring me the mop and sopao wator." A Ting atia bell, aiid a raj, tan, tan, tan, That echoes from basement to atlic ; Jones rushes, aghast, from the kitchen, poor man! In a mode nofc a little erratic; 'Tis Policeman A 5, the engines arrive, And the slrest with commotion i 3 rife : — Jones losl-s his dinner, and a fine p>ye, the sinner! But tho lesson will last hi:n through.life. G-. LiNN-asus Banks.