PING PONG AT OLD GYNKS'.

Waimate Daily Advertiser, Volume IV, Issue 214, 10 June 1902, Page 3

PING PONG AT OLD GYNKS'.

It's got t o ba stooped, I *ay ; d'ye hear, Polly?' 'Yes, dear, 1 he r what you s*y:' The thing's ridiculom. There's no privacy in the house now; it's like a bilia.'d room.'

•We'l, Jim—the young folks ' 'Oh bother the young folks* Why, there's Gwendoline Harriet's young nun, Maud Jenvnima's, Kitty Arab'dU'H, and half the noighbourhoo 1 in our pirloa; every night---every night: d'ye hear, Polly ! It's got to be stopped.' 'Well, Jim, stop it yourself; I can't.' 'Yes, yes, I'll sea to it. The girls can't talk of anything but 'Love,' •Deuci;' and 'Vantage.' I feel like saying something a lot stronger than "Deuce.' 'Oh, that wou'd be nothing new, Jim.' 'No, wouldn't it now? Drat th-m ! Listen to it, listen Polly; ;>i:i't you asham-d of you -fimi'y, fooling around after two tin-pot. balls? Ugh !' 'Look here, Jim, that'll do. It's a fad of the young folks, and youv'o got to leave them alone. 'P,dly !' 'Jim !' 'VVnat dy'e mean?' 'lmean tli \t theyr'e as much tntitlod to their fads as you are. 'Me? What fads have I got?'

' Why your'e full of fads about what you eat and drink.'

•I'm very particular, but I attribute my good health to that.' 'Oh 1 daresay that may b) true, but you are faddy, Jim. Look at you with tea. You won't drink it unless it's Ceylon packed, and even then not enough ; it must be Ceylon-packed Cock o' the North.'

« Well, am I not justified. You admit yours'elf there's no blended tea' like it. • Yes, but it is not that only ; but you never sit down to tea in a neighbour's hou?9but it's "Have you never tried Hondai Lanka Tea ?' If you weren't a fairly well to do man the folks would take you for an agent.' « Polly, my fad h*s always been that the best ia not too good for me. I acted on this principle in choosing a wife, and did well, you'll admit ; aod with tea I've been so sickened with vile stuff that to recommend Hondai Lauka i 3 a pleasure —or a fad.'

' With which the whole family agree, Polly, eh ?' Gwendoline Harriett (looking in at the door) : ' Ma, tell Anne to bring up the Ho dai La-'ka; we're all thirsting for a cup, Jack and I Hive beat——' < Ala, pit.; m;; its nothing in the house b t pmg pong and Hondai Lanka/ Oweud.iline Harriet : 'Jack s .ys :

Mr Cy-iks groans iuwardly and mutters, <\>> mstairs : ' Ping pong ! How long- If'it. lutcies on like Houdai Lmk i Tea, it's here for the re3t of the century.' Exit, lighting his pipe.