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 Corcoran, J. V., grocer, young, but with hair so gray;

Quite a catch of the season, but hard to hook, I say.

Conaghan, J. P., grocer, gentle, meek and mild;

Pity his simplicity, he’s not a forward child.

Cunliffe, W. V., railway head, one of the oldest of the crew,

With an unbeaten record—likes a shandy, too.

Fraser, V. de P., ex-soldier, a wicked, wicked flirt,

As a female impersonator, a cuddlesome bit of skirt.

Gittos, W. V., draper, in a shrewd, quiet sort of way,

Has got the girls all thinking, they’ll catch him yet one day.

Johnston, F. J., agent; for a wowser no time at all;

Reckons the Garden of Eden was perfect before The Fall.

Jones, N. W., ex-soldier, with vast experience at the war;

But a charge like that on Kumara Beach he never saw before

Keating, M. J., County Clerk, going well and strong;

Says to carry Prohibition would be a grievous wrong.

Lindsay, W. A., ex-soldier, guaranteed to sell

Any old sort of hardware, or dress circle seats in hell.

Lord, E. I, surveyor, drew a rabbit on his head,

To show there was a little “hare” when all his “hair” was dead.

Moncrief, R. V., sailor, hails from the Shetland Isles;

A woman’s heart is shattered every time he smiles.

Mullins, T. J., ex-soldier, with “tabbies” Boss-Tom of the lot;

But doesn’t seem to choose one. Got too many! What?

McGilligan, P. J., baker, his “dough” he puts in right:

Sure to get a dividend, for style the limit quite.

McGrath, J. F., accountant, swears that rich brown beer,

Is twice as sweet as a sheila’s lips and a damned sight more sincere.

McKay, G. M., ironmonger, and one of the Old Brigade:

Of a pint of shandy, not a bit afraid,

McKeowen, H. V., railway head, a son of Erin bold;

Prescribes a drop of whisky for keeping out the cold.