Notes and Comments.

Waimate Daily Advertiser, Volume IV, Issue 225, 5 July 1902, Page 2

Notes and Comments.

Such was the transparency made by a Waimate publican foe " God exhibiting over his door bless on Coronation night. Harry." Was it any wonder that a just retribution overtook him ? Everyone who went to Sunday school, (and the most hardened sinner admits this), is familiar with the story of the boy who, instead of but it'll bear repitition. Harry (little Harry) was a bay whose father was oftan seen in public-houses (just like the Harry in question), but his poor mother, who was distressed by the father's goings on, nevertheless managed to do odd jobs washing, kept the boy in hymn books and clean collars, and sent him regularly to school on Sundays. But he was | a wicked youth was little Harry, taking after his dad. He longed |to be a sailor, and for practice while his longing was being gratified he used to climb the neighbour's trees in the fruit season and take reefs in his jacket to hold the apples. Ail would have been well had he confined his climbing to week days, but this wicked Harry wanted a pippin on Sunday, when he should have been at school. The neighbour having nothing else to do. these days but watoh the garden and hold up hie front gate, saw the bad boy, and by a wellaimed rook broke his leg. Moral: Don't steal apples on Sundays. But to return to big Harry. Being of an active turn of mind, and believing in doing things himself, he had sent the hired boy for the ladder and the hired girMor a rag to smooth out the paper. Then, being assisted to mount, he stood daringly on the top rung a}icj dabbed the wet sheet straight, This would have been a commendable action had the door to the bar been shut, But it was not. hired boy was standing wi('- \L foot to the ladder looking aw „he bottles. The barmaid, not seeing bis occupation, asked him what he was having. He went over, to assure her that he was noi having anything at that moment, and right here trouble started. The ladder slid on the smooth linoleum and Harry, with.a wild yell, wa« pitched head-first on to the asphalt, Having baen up-to-date enough to invest in a rubber door-mafe saved

his life. As it was he bounced up like a ball, turned three somersaults, and then lay gasping, " God bless Harry," amongst the cigarette ends and dead matches in the gutter. He was conveyed u.»etaira and hasn't been seen till yesterday. He says he laid up out of sympathy with the King, but as the King was a very distant acquaintance of his the tale doesn't go down. Those who saw the para-chute-like descent laugh still when it is mentioned, but big Harry lias yet to see th« joke. Having likened him tp"a bad boy it mightn't be safe the writer to see him for a while. P.S.—The hired boy has got his Coronation holidays still.