A BRAN NEW STORY.

Wairarapa Daily Times, Volume VII, Issue 2036, 8 July 1885, Page 2

A BRAN NEW STORY.

The pencil shovers in the Enquirer have what they call a "Chestnut Club," and any man in the gang who tells anything but an old story has to stand treat. The other night they met, and after the routine business had been transacted, Sam Johnson remarked.

" Gentlemen, I have a.story to tell." " Let's have it! Let's have it!" Sauted the crowd. •

'' That's what I'm going to do. It runs as follows':—Once upon a tine there was a man named Jacob, ' and he had twelve sons. One of the sons was named Joseph, and tho others Ido not know. Whatever their names were, they concluded that Joseph was in the way, and they went about devising ways and means to gek rid of him. It so happened that Joseph's father had made him a coat of many colors—"

" Shoot tho dude," interrupted Frank Tunison,

" And this coat, the boys took away from Joseph, and put him in a pit, then sprinkled tho coat with blood, and took it to their father, saying—" /jk ' "Hold on there," put in EWChriswell. ' V '

"Yes, shut it off," chorused Brown, Meeker, Welden, Shields, Marlield, et (d.

"What for," asked Mr Johnson in some surprise. • ■

, " Come off the roof! Pull dwy' your liecktio!" howled the crowd. : "I's your treat, You needn't think you can shovo in a new one like that on us, and escape the penalty. Comedown with the rocks for the fluid, or hand in your resignation," and Samuel, in the face of the record, had to set up the ginger ale for the club, —'' Merchant Traveller."