WALKATO WHISPERINGS

Observer, Volume 5, Issue 116, 2 December 1882, Page 180

WALKATO WHISPERINGS

— What will that stout lady in Chapel-street do,, now that the little tailoress has gone ? — Mr 0. and Mr H. drove to Cambridge on Sunday. I wonder if young Joe hit it ? — So Miss 8., after several postponements, in- . tends to settle down with Mr P. at Christmas. It is to be hoped the union will prove a happy one. v' — What is Miss S. doing in Hamilton at present? It is difficult to catch a glimpse of her, without it is " over the garden gate," at sunset. — Miss Or. had better be careful how she throws kisses to that youug man from Rotorangi. The other fellow is on the watch and a bow drawn at a venture, has killed a man ere now. ' { — " British beer " is all the rage when a certain' young gontleman pays Bast Hamilton a visit. It is said 1 : that the publican would like to know when he is coming, so that he might get up a stock. Never mind, Charley there are better days in store for you. I was going to say something about the sweet 17, but, then, perhaps it is as well left alone. t — I noticed the other Sunday a poor fellow enter one of the Hamilton hotels for a drink. He took a good survey up and down Victoria-street before he made a dive. Howover, he was soon oub again, for the kind-hearted landlady (?) would not condescend to serve a mud-pie — even if it were to save his life. When theswamper entered, he accosted the landlady with a " Good day, missis." " Well," replied the landlady, " what can Ido for you, my man ?" " Can' you give m& > a drink, please, as I have walked some distance ?" en* '■ quired A. " No ! I can't," replied the gruff old hood- ' lum ; "we don't serve drunken people on Sundays, and you had better go and try whore you were last night." It is needless to say, the poor fellow left- with his tail down. How different with a " jam " when he wants \ ; drink. Ho no sooner crosses the road and reaches thedoor, when he is received with smiles and asked inside to the private parlour. Of course, the conversation between the " jam " and the "mud-lark" is very different. Mark the difference in tho parley — " Good, morning, Mr C." says the landlady ; " what charming weather • we are having." "Yes," replied the dandy, "really lovely ;" and in the same breath enquires, " How is Mr ?" " Oh, he's pretty well, thank you; would you like to see him ?" " Oh, no," retorted the favoured gentleman : " I just dropped over fora ' small whisky.' " " To be sure, Mr " (with the politeness of a school' girl), said the host, and immediately the two adjourn to . the bar. He is supplied, and then asks the landlady to " slate up for him." After a " good day "he takgs his departure and fixes himself in the porcL. of che 'hotel with an air of a prince, whilst the worthy hostess ! retires into "private life "-yr a short time. Why all this distinction beWccua "jam" and a "mud-pie" infree New Zealand is a puzzle. !

" This is a time," says Hoare, "when a man is accounted an ass if lie is not paid for everything he does." There never was a time in the history, xxf the world when the statement was more true>tnan it4f now. Tailors, as a rule, are amongst the most ill-useaw and victimised of men. By some singular contradie»|| tion in morals, many men have come to regard it almost | as a virtue, or, at all events, a proof of superior clever- ; ness to "do" a tailor out of his hard-earned due. The average tailor i^, in fact, a patient and long-suffering" < being, to whom kope deferred maketh the heart sick./ This, however, does not apply to the Deferred-Paymeoc System of Messrs and MUligan, which make| payment of tailors' bills a positive i»leasure, ana consequently has a it, ost beneficial effect on the morals of the age t t