Whose Ducky are You?

Waikato Times, Volume X, Issue 691, 18 November 1876, Page 2 (Supplement)

Whose Ducky are You?

A Cl«v»' t ' and drummer (says the ' Leader') was in 111/"" * few Sundays ago, sod while sitting in bC« roonl » n " rd . from tn « nßxt room, thtmyivsno" question »nd answer— • Whose dnck«y we yoa ?' • I'm your dnckey. . A few momenta »;»i!«<o daring which tho drammer s»t in npeninoilthwu 1 wuuucr, aud the mlance w»« ay>*ia brok >ti. 1 Who»e dnckey are you!' 1 1'syour duckey.' i Unable to stand it much longor, alone the Ldivelander hurried down to .ho oHice, th»t a newlymarr'cd coapio \ri">» n. the bouse, invited thr«e otiur drui.iirj-rh t hear rao fnn abd tip-toed back >o the n:om The wiukt-d qu-vrtttte cr-t f utned ttifir luudVt.^ hiofs into T heir moaths, <.nd tlurmg Cht qaurtMr uf i*n hour ii^Kid «h«t ton(i KJio sat and •niw«r«d. no \m thw

four times by the unconscious rustic and hit blushing bride. At dinner, u lack would have it, the bride «nd ((room were seated between two of the drummers, while the original discoverer of the bonanza sat opposite. The table had been cleared of the ftubstantlal, and order* for desiert had been given. At that moment a spirit of mischief took entire possession of the Clevelander. Leaning across the table he looked archly »t his neareat friend, and in dulcet tone propounded the conundrum, ' Whose duckey are you ?' The other ohap waa equal to the emergency, and m tones of affected sweetness, got in his answer. ' I's your duckey.' Two scarlet rustic faces, the flutter of a white draia through the doorway, two vacant seati at the table, and four orazy drummers laughing till the tears ran, flashed across the vision of the spectator as the our tain fell.