MINCE PIES

Radio Record, Volume I, Issue 24, 30 December 1927, Page 15

MINCE PIES

Timothy eat a mince pie, He eat it late at night, And then so many mutince pics more, They fitted him too tight; And then he had a steamy bath, 4 And when he shouid have sleptOut, out beneall: tite starry skies, Quiet as a mouse lie crept. He signed aboard a sailing ship, | To sail to far Japan, But found the manners there so strange Fle turned away and van; And hiding on a yard-arm, Such hours and hours he spent, The skipper lost his voice and died With asking what he meant. So just because Tim buried him, Sewn safely in a sheet, Instead of him the fishes eat The toes from Tiwm’s Dare fect! And, last, not least, when rather faint, Tim hobbled hone again, The knot of his pyjaina beit Hid given him a pain. And that is why, as Santa Claus, Bumped down upon his bed, "Not pies! Not pies!" cried Timothy, "Plain bread and imilk instead.’’

~By

Madeleine

Nightingale.

Tomimy’s mother was giving him a, talk on politeness. "Now, Fommy, dear,’ she said, supposing you were to sgecidentally "tread upon a gentleman’s foot, what world you say?" "YT would say: ‘1 beg your pardon.’ " "That’s my own little boy,’ -aid the mother. "And if the gentleman gave you a penny for your politeness, what would you say?" The innocent look passed fiom Tomniy’s face as he said: "Why, | would stand on the other foot and sav, ‘Beg pardon’ again,- of course.’’ ‘

From)

Mary

Steele

Oamaru.