Poisonalities

The Low-down on the Highlights of Weir

Adams.—A lean and hungry look.

Anderson.—Oi be from the country, oi be.

Anker.—Anker's aweigh. (Christ-church papers copy.)

Baker.—Ba ba, black sheep.

Bergin.—Hatherley's sparring partner.

Blackley.—The Wild Bull from the Cow Country.

Blundell.—Meek and Mild, an' how!

Brock.—A mother away from home.

Bythell.—A night club habitue.

Christensen.—Ginger Mick.

Combs.—That's what's the mater with Smad.

Corkill.—Off with the old love, on with the new.

Crawford.—A product of Savile Row.

Davies.—The littlest rebel

Donne.—Full big he was of paunch.

Doole.—Who's afraid of the big bad wolf?

Douglass.—"And laugh like parrots at a bagpiper."

Edgeley.—The answer to a mainden's prayer.

Ekdahl.—Myles, faster than any of us.

Farquhar.—Hold it speedy.

Gallagher.—Beau Brummel.

Gates.—Big brother Charles.

Gawith.—Bully beef for the bulldog breed.

Gibson.—The Blenheim baritone.

Gough.—He's ough!

Graham.—Caddy and all complete.

Grant.—A primrose on a river's brim.

Harding.—Little Lord Fauntleroy.

Harpur."That struts and frets his hour upon the stage."

Hatherley.—"... greatly to find quarrel in a straw."

Hayton.—"Silent on a peak in Orongorong."

Heine.—Of his complexion he was sanguine.

Hooper.—"The flowers that bloom in the spring. tra-la."

Hornsby.—The last rose of summer.

Horsley, A.—Harrier: Invitation runs only.

Horsley, K.—Dignified, efficient, self-satisfied, sufficient.

Hull, H.—Haughticulturalist.

Hull, D. N.—Captain Bull-frog.

Hurs, house.—A Daniel, and learning.

Hussey.—The devil's walking parody.

Hutchens.—Romeo of the Glee Club.

Jeffs.—Jack's the boy.

Johnstone.—I say old chap. What!

Kirkby, D.; Kirkby, E.—Pathetic, that's what it is, pathetic.

Kirkcaldie.—The old school tie.

Larkin.—Sings like a Larkin the sky.

Logan.—Not so green as his hat.

Love.—What's in a name?

Mahood.—Not such a stick in the m'ood.

McElroy.—The 'lying Scotsman.

McGlynn.—Takes Rigoletto in his stride.

McLaughlin.—No bairns will be rocked on this knee.

MacNicol.—Mum's little Stewy.

Miller.—Pants for the fair sex.

Mills.—Runs a harem.

Moore.—When Irish eyes smiling.

Neubauer.—Got that sinking feeling.

Ngata.—B-b-b-biing Crosby.

Ongley.—Love me not, for comely grace.

Parker.—Oh no, John!

Powdrell.—Alone and loitering.

Pulley.—"I dreamt I dwelt. ..."

Rapley.—Puts little Lord Fauntleroy to bed.

Raymond.—Dark and handsome, not so dumb as he looks.

Reid.—The suckling.

Rose.—I fill my skin s o full within.

Roydhouse.—New, but will learn.

Ryan.—But when he does open that mouth, he bites.

Shayle-George.—He just couldn't take it

Short.—So old, and yet so young.

Simpson.—Oh yes! Quite so!

Smythe.—The saxophone waltz.

Stanford.—Attenuated Adonis.

Stuchberry.—Does your mother know you're out?

Tate.—Looks tough, but it's only fat.

Taylor.—"I am monarch of all I survey."

Te Punga.—The reason you can never phone Weir House at dinner time.

Tossman.—The Hebrew nightingale.

Tosswill.—Try K.P. phosphate.

Tuck.—Friar, you're a trier.

Turnbull.—Now you tell one!

Waite.—We've been waiting too long.

Walsh.—Regular Clark Gable

Watson.—Little man, what now?

Watts.—The puffing billy.

Webb.—Right in the swim at the Pensions.

Webster.—The child is fater to the man.