Aunt Daisy Does On Sunday?

Radio Record, 1 April 1938, Page 25

Aunt Daisy Does On Sunday?

"TL WONDER what Aunt Daisy does on Sunday?" said a friend idly one day. immediately a picture rose up before me. Aunt Daisy sat before a table spread with food and drink. She stretched out a charming pair of ankles clad in Barm stockings and rested her feet on a Breatholite suitcase. ‘It won't hurt,’’ she said briskly. ‘‘It’s light as a feather and strong as iron." She took a spoonful of Breddo Pudding with Hustle’s Cream flowing richly over it. "Ah,‘’ cried Aunt Daisy, smacking her lips, ‘"‘delicious,"" and washed it down with a draught of Bomni-bite, then on to a tasty morsel of Glibby’s Baked Beans and a Bunco Blancmange, followed by a refreshing cup of tea. "And whose tea do you think?" Aunt Daisy enquired of a seagrass chair which had just had a coat of Wenulo. ‘Why, Pushell’s, of course, my dear.’’ Then Aunt Daisy gave a yawn. A glazed look crept over her eyes. She roused herself and took up a fork. But in the act of spearing a King Henry sardine, the Sandman sold Aunt Daisy some of his stuff and as she drifted off she murmured, "Beautiful, beauti-ful."--M. Dalziel, Christchurch, -TUEAADOURLNODATEANEURASAUAUENEOTOCAIGREEENELUA CSUN UEESEUEE EA UT EELS TTTTTTTIITITTTTTTTTTITITTLLP TEPPER ITTTTTTTITTTTTTTTETTTTTTTPTCETTTT TITTIES