PERSONAL

Observer, Volume 6, Issue 152, 11 August 1883, Page 4

PERSONAL

Who was the infant that turned out the gas at G'e. dance the other night. Just you ask A. 8., the aesthetic butcher, his opinion of " Jemima." Miss S. George created a great flutter among the bachelors at Gisborne. Eva and Nellie look quite charming in their new costumes, and they evidently know it. What a birthday the boys had at Mrs G's. on Thursday night last. Adams' ale went high. The Tauranga footballer has not been parading Parnell this trip. Are Violets not in season ? The bull-finches have shifted their " spooning " ground to the shop doors of their neighbours. Captain Ted "Wright disclaims any relationship to his namesake, the " Booster !" Hallelujah ! Miss Norab Fernandez looks very pretty in .a dark green dress, with silver buttons and fur cap. Who was the Newmarket larrikin crying his ejes out in the passage at the Parneil Hall on Friday night ? "What does Etty, of Howe-street, mean by watching Ada so ? Is she jealous of Mr W. G., of W.-street ? Who were the three young gentlemen seen taking the little barmaid home the other night ? It was too-utterly-utter. Who is the long clerk seen escorting the little barmaid home of a night after twelve ? You had batter be careful, Charlie. Miss Louise Pomeroy. the well-known actress, has been married at Sandhurst to Mr Arthur Elliott, one of her dramatic company. What expense and trouble Mrs G. of Upper Symonds-street must have put herself to in preparing the supper last Thuraday rnght. What were the larrikins doing in the pub at "Vulgar Lane" the other evening? Studying Mace's picture or defacing Boniface's ?" Wanted the name of the young auctioneer's clerk who asked the lady whether she had drooped a shoe in the Post-office the other morning. The Salvation drum-major, in strict accordance with the Army motto, has actually had his eyes painted " Blood and Fire i" As you were ! It must be very hard for Jimmy P., the dancing grocer, of W. street, to realise that he haß no show with Ida while the {esthetic butcher ib about. It was too bad of you, Erney, to wait outside the choir practice that Thursday evening, on purpose to take Mi?s T. home, when you knew Tommy was away. The Park night-watchman says if Aggie and " the man from the banana country " are not yet engaged to run in double harness — well, they ought to be. What does the head of the Prison House do so often at the N. Z. Insurance Buildings ? (" Not cutting and drying ?") There is no Visiting Justice anent. Kenneth Kerr, editor of that truculent little wind-bag Facts, threatens to compel the Bank of New Zealand to produ«e its books in the libel actions now pending. Mr B. says the city missionary is always the same, you will find no change in him. The poor fellow applied for assistance to pay his rent, and received — Borne pious advice. One of the principal buyers at recent picture sales in London was Mr Martin, son-in-law of Mr Holloway, of pill and ointment celebrity. Such are the uses of advertising. "Liliputian Tommy" says he only works 86 hours per week. The time he is allowed for "jerking" his meals on board his frail craft makesUp the 90 hours. Je-ru-sa-lem ! A petitioner for divorce at Christchurch described himself as a chimney-sweep, costermonger, and fish-monger, and said that his wife had run away with " another gentleman." Who is the Karangahape-road dealer who boasts that he sold ten pounds' worth of bladders in one week ? Has this anything to do with the escape of gas in this locality some time ago ? Those gay young sparks, A. A. W. and E. W., thought they were not seen on Saturday evening. Can't they get any one to introduce -them to the girls, instead of going on in the way they do ? Jack Ketch states that the helmet worn by the head of the prison house is a fixture. On passing the prisoners at prayers the other day he no doubt considered it infra dig to uncover his head. Nothing like a good example. \ It is currently reported that the Lock Hospital will be bossed by the Auckland gaoler, ho being generally qualified for the post, having had mauy years' experience in a similar positiou in the Aldington Gfaol, Christchurch. Those three countrified looking girls from W Heads, who are so constant in their visits to Qyu-i'r-street c> cry afternoon and evening, must be bard \\y. ior husbands. They arc becoming quite noio:; ions as female mashers. Who is the City Councillor that, to avoid losing | a nimble shilling in the day time, employs carpenters all night long to make the necessary alterations to his shop ? Has he no feeling for the score or so of boarders who sleep right over the top of his premises, and whomußt be at work" at -; 8 o'clock in the morning ? Nuff sed.

Adam's ale was the onlj refreshment afc Mrs G-.'b dance on Thursday night; still it went down high. Nam ! num ! Snivins told her confidently before leaving that he was always partial to water -*-with a little o' sum 'at in it. Mr T. C. Somers left the Auckland Telegraph Office for Dunedin on Saturday by the S.B. Tararoa. Mr Somers is nephew to the late Ralph. Somers Esq., Government Inspector of Postal Telegraphs for the Northern district o£ Ireland. ! Among recent distinguished Visitors to Auckland is Mr Hugh Mcllhone. He has not yet commenced the temperance mission which we shadowed forth in a recent issue, but Bays he is getting himself into training for the W/.irk by sampling brands of whisky. Mrs Burgess and Miss Duder quite distinguished themselves by their singing at the " Recital " on Sunday evening. We hear there is a genuine treat in store for our friends, an Organ Recital being practised, under the conductorship of Mr Beale, the organist of Trinity Church, North Shore. Great joy, especially among the female saints. Captain Teddy Wright has returned. He was met and hugged on the wharf by a brigade of hallelujah lasses in Brobdignagian coal-scuttle bonnets, with smiles that set the hearts of the lumpers thumping like loose ballast in the hold of a weather-beaten bark. That beautiful peacock brocade dross was quite spoilt by the "wearer getting stuck, half way down the dangerous embankment in Napier-street, iv yellow clay up to her hips almost. A good case against the City Council, no lights and no rails to prevent pedestrians from walking right over the bank, as in this instance.