PERSONAL

Observer, Volume 7, Issue 163, 3 November 1883, Page 4

PERSONAL

A Tictorian Judge goes on circuit on a bicycle. What were these ladies laughing at in St Paul's clioir ? Bey. Charles Strong is to receive a public testimonial of £2000. One of the officers of the Palace at Madagascar ia uained — Raroninarhitriniarior ! Who is the young ladj of G-ore-street that is so fond of looking at her own shadow ? Why did M. make a fool of himself at Mr Pooley's concert on Saturday night ? Is it true that W.P. and Miss Gh are about to tie the knot soon ? Look sharp, Will. j&liss Ralph and Miss Flood looked remarkably ■well on horse-back on Friday evening. Sissy L. and K. H. do not speak now. Cause : a little rouge and a pair of salvage boots. What is the matter with the little tailoress of Wellington-street and F. of the Penguin ? Freddie Gebbhart was lionised by the women cf Newport. How the ladies love a rake ! Miss .Mary Ryan of Ponsonby, looks very nice 5n a wine coloured velvet vrith hat to match. The Nelson-street cherubs think the dance music at the Lome-street Hall " very crooked." What a nice young lady Mr Q-. took out of that brick house for a drive last Sunday night ! How was it that Miss L., of Newmarket, went home alone on Sunday night ? Where was C. ? Why liob the fascinating little " Gipsy " been absent from Auckland since that fancy dress

Mortimer looked quite fatherly while handling the tiller of the Sybil on Sunday last. Who was the painter that " snored " through the service at the Opera House last Sunday night ? Who is that limb of the law that is creating such a wail of agony with the cornet in Y. street? Bella and Joe are to be seen " piling on the agony " every night at the gate in West Queenstreet. The Hallelujah Lass of Liverpool-street has succeeded in converting J.T., the new grocer. Aye, mon ! Miss G. of Onehunga, and B. of Epsom, looked quite charming sitting under the trees at the Epsom ball. What will Jim say ? It was very cruel of the young draper to walk away and leave Mary standing in the street the other day. Who is the young gentleman cf Albert-street Miss Gr., of Ponsonby, says she lores ? Is it Johnny A ? Who is the lawyer that charged 6s and 8d for furnishing an account and another Gs and 8d for receiving it ? Who was the young lady that killed the old widower at a hundred yards distance at the Whangarei ball ? Who was that young lady Mr I?., of Ponsonby, was taking home last week? Had he really courage to speak ? What attraction is there ot Ponsonby for the lady-killer of Parnell ? It is too bad of him to cut poor Willie out. P. says it is a mistake ; it Was not Aggie who lost her back hair at the lute fire, but Sally, who has left for Wellington. Who is the young man that is trying to cut Jim J. out of that charming young lady, of Vincent-street ? T., of Freeman's Bay, was having a high time on Sunday night with Miss L. at the top of Jacob's Ladder. 0. was right out of it when he offered his arm to Miss S., and she refused it, last Sunday evening. Try someone eke, F. What was Mr M. doing at the hotel last Monday night ? Was there any cause for a detective being present on the occasion ? A correspondent advises ~D., the Newton shoemaker, not to go to the picnic after the remarks he made. What does it all mean ? The Cosmopolitan found a rival for the handof the fair hash-house keeper, but it is said the lady does not fancy the handsome lawyer. F. looked very nice with the girls at Mrs B.s corner, at Newmarket, on Sunday, only he ought not to have appeared so downhearted. There will be no more lung exercise at the dressmaking establishment, as Miss F. is going to buy a pair of bellows to do the pufiing. What is the attraction at Ponsonby for D., of the Star office ? Is it that pretty young lady again ? The pretty little dear was overheard. What's the name of that gassy person who is such a remarkable walking proof of the truth of the Darwinian doctrines on the origin of species ? Who was the young man who had as many as eleven dances with the same young lady at the last Parnell social ? Jack, you had better beware ! What is the attraction for the dark-bearded gent, at a certain fruit-shop on the Karangahaperoad ? Is it the fruit, greens, or the young widow? Why does not Jim M. return to the bosom of the Salvation fold ? He must indeed be a hardened sinner to withstand the angolic pleading of Mrs H. Why is Andy, of Raglan, so often repeating " 'Twere madness to remember, far wiser to forget " ? Has A.'s cousin anything to do with it? Harry Sellars, the black pugilist, who will be remembered on the Thames, has again turned up in Melbourne, like the genial winter, " frosty, but kindly." Who is the boy that was breaking the Sabbath, and also trying to break his neck last Sunday morning in the Domain cricket-ground, trying to ride a bicj cle ? It was very liberal on the part of the two gentlemen of Vincent-street to subscribe sixpence) between them in aid of the Beresford-street School Sports. How charming Taupiri Dick and the vidder looked riding to Ngaruwahia last Monday. What would Jennie say ? Ask Dick how he washed the soot off on Sunday. The Salvation barber should take lessons in elocution and deportmont before ho attempts to givo out another hymn. Who is that pale-faced shoemaker that is continually sticking-up his acquaintances and asking for " greed ?" There is such a thing as being " sent up" for asking alms. Why do those two boys, Willie and Bob, make it a habit of recklessly riding through Newton every evening on their bicycles, much to the annoyance of the inhabitants ? One of the editors at Grisborno who boasts of his determination to put down the circulation of the Ousekvjer in that place, is an ex -agricultural labourer, and a most illiterate follow. | Two swells in Vincent-street borrowed a horse and trap the other day to go to Otahuhu, but had to turn back near Wellington-street, owing to the horse becoming unmanageable. " Pearl Cream Charlie " wants to know what fetches that tobacconist . to the opposition shop just across the road ? Is it that he prefers the lady's cigai's to his own ? or is it — but no matter. The dancing grocer of Wakefield-street, with the outlandish surname, says he is not ashamed to confess he gained admittance to the Lornestreet Hall several times "on the never." Where was Hughie ? While the people are talking of memorials to public mien, would it not be well to consider the advisability of erecting some monument to the late Jerome Cadman, who, by his encouragement of the flax industry, relieved J Auckland from a serious depression ? t . ,

Who was the masher that kept Mrs S. and her companion hanging on to the inner rail all day at the race-ground on Saturday? Would the boodle not pan out for a grand-stand, or a bottle of Bass ? A correspondent of a Victorian paper suggests that as the Melbourne journals manufacture their Californiau letters in their own offices, Mr Josh Pickersgill should be engaged to perform the duty for the Melbourne Bulletin. Two young dears were heard to remark, "We have gone up and down Newton for the last six months, and have not been put in the Obsbrteb." Neglect somewhere on the part of our correspondents. The larrikins want exposing. That Salvation " Simon " Pure exhibited bad taste in leaving the Opera House on Sunday night last in the middle of the discourse, just when one might have heard the proverbial pin drop. Too much of the Joe " Miller" business, you know. A handsome young widow, well known in society circles, who is not so rich as sho was, says that the only successful way to win her is to oiler a fine house, horses and carriage, with plenty of money to kecj) them up. Sweet little demure Nellie Grant, the daughter of the ex-President of the United States, married Algernon Sartoris, an English dude with a tennis ball head, who has now deserted the child of: the grizzled old Ulysses and is doing the G-ebbhardt business with Mrs Bush, the lovely young wife of an old dotard. "Was that suckling barrister near-sighted, or absent-minded on Sunday afternoon, when he jHissod by two old acquaintances without recognition ? If this happens again, ho will speedily relievo the " cut direct," and then adieu to those nice little tete-a-tetos in the parlour, with intervals of shrieking operatic airslike 'Darling" &c. A coi'respondent writes asking if we can inform him of the whereabouts of a Mr Wright, who took muskets from Sydney to sell to the Island natives, or of a man who took away a cargo of gin on a labour cruise seven years ago. We have no positive information on the subject, but perhaps some of our readers will kindly supply it. At one of his lectures in London, Oscar Wilde laid down the law that "To be thoroughly charming music should be unexpected." Since then one of his finest flights of oratory was interrupted by an itinerant organ-grinder, who disturbed the serenity of the occasion by playing under his window. Oscar thinks quite different on music now. Miss Work and Miss Chamberlain were the two young Americans who accompanied the Prince of Wales to Hamburg last summer, to the scandal of one class of people and the envy of another. Wales likes them because they are so " awfully jolly, you know ;" they whack him on the back and smoke cigarettes with him and amuse him greatly, and the old gentleman is very fond of those who amuse him. Mis 3 Sayers, of Mount JSden, said through this paper a few weeks ago that she was not present at the Mount Albert Bachelors' Ball. We are requested to state that there are more Miss Sayers' than one in Auckland, and that she was not the Miss Sayers mentioned among those ladies whose names and dresses were published in this paper the week before she denied being present at the above-mentioned ball. One sweet, dreaniy-eyod girl, who is just on the threshold of society, says : — Love-making must bo so sweet that she should wish her lover to be a long time making tho approaches, and she would not shorten tho delights of an engagement. If they tiro of each other it would be better before than after marriage. Sho is not particular as to his stylo, but ho must be tall and handsome and sing and dance well, and, abovo all, he must know how to make love" This young lady's naino must bo kept a secret. A dark-eyed girl, with a tangle of soft brown hair shading her brow, says : — " If a fellow is desperately in love with a girl, and is persistent in bis efforts to win her, he is sure to gain his suit." Widowers understand this point, and know exactly how to make love and propose, and you will observe they are always successful. She knows one case where a widoAver went in and hung up his hat, announcing his intention of remaining until he was accepted, and the girl had to marry him to got rid of him. A widower beau makes her norvous about tho result.