The way it is done.

Waimate Daily Advertiser, Issue 7, 9 July 1898, Page 2

The way it is done.

A howling wind, cold enough to pieice one, was teaung down Queen street, while a glonous moon was sailing overhead. In a coinei neai the Salvatim AiniyJjaunjLs was placed a small stand co\eied with the stoek-m-tiade of a " Cheap Jack." A little ciowd had assembled, and stood in the light of the nickeling torch. " Now we have these stiong laces, gentlemen ; this bundle is a gioss — six dozen, gentlemen. No sa'e ; well I've Jots of patience, but it beats me to sell boot laces. Anothei httie line I 'aye 'eie is this shaving soap, guai&nteed the best. And if you aie troubled with fleas, gentlemen, just put a cake of this in the bed. And wot happens ? Why the fleas take a bite o£ the soap, and then they snee/e and sneeze and knock their brains out against the bed post. Another and another. Thank you. Now I'll show you a most magnificent line. Bazois, half-a-crown, made by Chiistopher Johnson — a decent man is Chiistophei, take my woid. Heie sir, you aie a good ]udge of razors, step up and let's have your opinion. (A young fellow with a ciicketei's mouslache, visible to the unaided eye, steps blushingly foiwaid and pionounces it a leal baigain and on this lecommendation they go off hke wildfire.) Now here's a nice line, four cakes of soap foi sixpence. Ah, that's you. In a mmute ! Now then, heie's just; — blank this wind — two cakes, who'll gimme thieepenee. Theie you aie. Now wash your face and go clean to cbmch for once. Now gents, a line of pocket books (holding up a blown book with gold lettering, looking like leathei.) I'll just show you how it is lor wilting. (Pausiug with pencil in hand.) I wasn't brought up in Hedingbuia Yooniveisity like some of you lound heie (ciowd blushes consciously), but I can wiite my name. Theie you are. One for you, you and you. Ah, its gone. A sudden gust of wind extinguishes the torch and the peiformanee closes, the little crowd .melting slowly away. C. A. W.

" The singer is dead," and yet pilfering is rife in Wannate. The other night a paity of the snow-dioppmg ptofe«sion stinppecl a line in Leonard Stieet, and not content with his find was mean enough to let the man's hoise ,out of the section. Result — Hairy shot no ducks that day.