THE WOMBAT. 



had better give another second, to which you agree. He takes 

 the cap off, rapidly counts to seven, and replaces the cap. He 

 informs you that after he uncapped he thought he would give 

 the seven seconds to make sure, but thinks he made a mistake 

 after all and wishes he had stuck to five. In truth, he has 

 given about four seconds. I should not recommend you to 

 seek his advice when about to expose. 



Then there is the friend who has learned how many he can 

 count in a single second, and recommends you to do the same, 

 and says he will show you what it is like. He fills himself 

 with wind and suddenly starts off at you sputtering his figures 

 out at an incredible rate, gets red in the face, gasps for breath 

 and glares at you, waves his arms, and reeling off to about fifty- 

 seven, suddenly stops counting and triumphantly informs you 

 that he has counted exactly nine seconds better than any clock 

 could have done. You are too bewildered to dispute his 

 statement, and have no time to work out his arithmetic. 



Then there is the happy-go-lucky photographer. He is 

 not very particular about anything, and the number of seconds 

 constituting an exposure is a matter of great indifference. 

 If his camera falls over during an exposure he remains un- 

 ruffled, and caimly picking it up again planks it down as near 

 the old position as possible, and serenely finishes the exposure, 

 quite content with whatever occurs. I like such men for 

 companions, they vary the monotony of a tiring walk. 



I went to see a photographic friend the other day ; his wife 

 let me in, and informed me that he was messing about as 

 usual somewhere upstairs. I suddenly became conscious of 

 a most terrific pounding at regular intervals. Thump ! 

 thump ! thump ! for about twenty times, and then a pause. 

 The whole place vibrated with the concussion. I found my 

 way upstairs, and when just outside his door it recommenced. 

 I entered, and saw my friend with the cap in his hand, thump- 

 ing seconds with his foot on the floor. The place was in a 

 quiver. " One, two, Hullo old man — three, four, five, — come 

 right in ! — six, seven, eight, nine, — -How are you ! — ten eleven 

 twelve, — just doing some copying ! — thirteen, fourteen, fifteen, 

 sixteen, — I'll be through in a minute, seventeen, eighteen, 

 nineteen, twenty, — and that does the trick. Am giving twenty 



S. R, J. TVmWSON, 

 SURGICAL eg MECHANICAL DENTIST, 



20** M00RAB00L STREET, GEELONG* 



Laughing Gas, &c, administered. Teeth extracted, 2/6. 



ARTIFICIAL TEET)< REDUCED TO MEET THE TIMES. 



