Romance!

First Flapper: “Do you think He is here to-day? You know, that divinely tall, strong, silent man, who didn't speak a single word last time?”

Second Flapper: “And just gazed at the scenery—I'm sure he's a perfectly thrilling author, or at least a novelist.”

[We issue a warning to any gentleman answering to this description.]

Grapes!

Severe Spinster: “Comfortable shoes—that's the most important thing. No, I think there will certainly not be a moon to-night. Don't you ever consult a calendar, Miss Jones?”

[Shakespeare could produce seven moons!]

History—in the Making.

Absent-minded Scholar: “My ticket? Dear me, now where did I put it? Ah, here—as a book mark, you know, in my ‘Maori History of Porirua.’”

[We feel this will be a valuable work!]

Youth—Glorious.

Happy Student: “The old chap's next work, ladies and gentlemen, will be an ‘Intimate History of Porirua,’ by ‘One Who Knows.’”

“Where's that frying pan—watch it, boys. One of those girls will use it for a hat—that's all they are now.”

[“Oh excellent judge; oh wise young man.”—Shakespeare.]

A Question of Length.

Sporting Gentleman: “—quite two feet long, my dear fellow, I assure you.”

[Two long feet are more desirable on this trip.]