TOWN TALK.

Wairoa Bell, Volume V, Issue 227, 8 December 1893, Page 6

TOWN TALK.

[feok okr AtrcntT.ANO oobbksvohd^kt.] Thank goodness the Elections aye over, and we are having' a spell of quietness after, a surfeit of political claptrap, e'eetioneering dodgery, ant. that unsavoury animal the political agent- alter donning: a new suit (with extra pair of tron -eiß) the first change of garments since last election and shuffling around for a few days with »n im of borrowed respectability. This high smelling specimen of the genus homo will retire to his lur a ‘dead bird’ until the next election, What the political agent does between, election times no person on earth has ever been able to discover. But so certain as a dissolution akes place so certain does this individual emerge tom his hiding, smelling vilely of nicotine and stale beer, mouldy, musty and moth-eaten, but iully alive to all the good points of the candidate who en gages an 3. finvs him and full, cheek full, of toe evil that ove flows in all others. -For three pounds a week and expenses he is ready to lie. slander, intrigue or heckle candidates and on a hard, very hard, pinch assume the gumdlgger or workin’ man. .He can get drunk to per flection and eternally smokes sheep wash tobacco in the most shockingly dirty short cutty it is possible to imagine. The existence of such a creature as this is due to unscrupulous candid ates who, to gain their.ends, would bargain with the devil himself were that horny and tailful myth to he obtained for money. Let us return t.o our moutons The elections are over and we are ail smiling--male smiles and female smiles. — Ore man-one- vote and the Female Franchise together ha vo elected Sterling. Honesty, Grey, Cr.owther. Button, Mum elson and Monk and have at the same time burster], blarney, chicanery and dishonesty througn the window instead of politely requesting - them .o leave by the door. . . . The political dead beats have retired to their closets to— kick themselves in private—to drown their sorrows in floods of whisky and profanity, and to sink in deep des-pair. O woe is me, O woe is me. Money gone, friends, bah—character, bah also—bah, bah, BAH. (fhis poem in hysterics will not be continued in our next..—Ld ) Let us again return to our moutons. ihe elections are"over and they have been a surprise to the - anti-woman Franchise fossils who said women would take no interest in politics Never, was such an array of pretty races and pretty toilets seek in Auckland as was seen last t u* ay streaming up to the poking booms, .mu i- mn 0 u women polled in such numbers there never-was Before such a. srnai. percentage oi iwro.i.ii , - What about intelligent now ray w-r-., and masters. Look at the characters, political and moral, of the elected ones and ask yourso.ves what unseen power is it that has hashed _jhe political -charlatan and the mora. leper, lou must know it my friend it is the inmate sagacity 5 woman that Ims placed Honesty and Morality above politics or party. Xhat nearly pnl » Tudehope, a political nonentity out an noncta and true withsl. That left out Thompson because of a suspicion of beer. (You cannot buy a women’s vote with a pint of beer.) _ That _m suite of the Liberal Association, priestly influence, active canvassing, profuse promises, Jtectionoeriiig dodgery, bogus telegrams, du-

trihuted bouquets and hysteriul speccVs, knocked Napier clean out of it, because—if you ask the Female Franchise League they will toil you. That left Withy because of fans and gave Shera his conge because women have an infinite contempt for —you know—Ft us say Burke Poor Shera honestly b Sieved himself Ihe rudder of the government and his fall must have been very painful to that portion of his anatomy that first- touched bottom. Our own Jackson Palmer the erstwhile idol of the girls whose mothers told them that he might one day he Premier of New Zealand is wiped off the slate and whatever will he do until another election possibly develop teat silver mine at the Barrier. Your own Ted had an easy victory in spite of the Government Liberals et hoc genus homo. They couldn’t find anything against his moral character, so the women voted for him and he beat Niccol bands down. And where, oh. where, was James McMullen Largeville Esq : ihe consistent Liberal—the selected Government candidate—the friend of the working man—-and the gumdigger (shrieking Jehoshnphat did ye hear that now) the man who weeks ago had Ted beaten Where was he that day and wh it had he done that such a cruel fat.awaited him. The women didn’t, vote for him, wouldn’t hear of it iu fact,, and if job want to know the reason why, why ax ’em mv friends, ax ’em. Tie beaten candidate* arc now consigned to oblivion. Most of them had better remain there, it will save a lot of trouble. They may take it for granted that; check, bonnon 30 o p. lies, and blarney are not iu it now. and though they blowthemselves up like an inflated bull frog they are still the same jumping- frog as ever, jump-rig to ev rv passing fly, croaking a double-barrelled tragedy croak at every miss and finally hiding in disgu-t in the high grass of total oblivion and 1 obscurity.