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THE PIANOLA PIANO 
THE AUSTRALIAN GARDENER. 
(WITH THEMODIST), 
The Piano of the Future 
The Piano that Everyone can play. 
Playable by Piano or Pianola Music Roll. 
We will take your existing PIANO as part payment. 
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The time has passed to speculate upon the future of the Pianola Piano. It is here 
to-day as the most successful innovation in musical instruments. 
_ You may have your choice of four old-established Pianos of high reputation. 
THE WEBER 
THE STECK 
WHEELOCK 
STUYVESANT 
As a straight Piano or Pianola Piano. 
PADEREWSKEUS choice of Pianos is THE WEBER. 
RICHARD WAGNER’S choice was THE STECK. 
Manufactured and sold only by the 
Pianola Company Propty., Ltd., 
38 King William Street, next Rundle Street Corner. 
The Young Folks. 
Quarterly ‘‘Meating.” 
NO ADMITTANCE TO MADE 
DISHES. 
“ Order, please!” It was a handsomely 
boiled leg of mutton that shouted the 
command. 
Again he shouted ‘ Order,’ but minus 
the ¢ please.’ 
The cause of the trouble was a small 
and frizzled chop, who was explaining 
that it did sausages and other such ple- 
bian edibles no harm to be frizzled to 
cinders, but that she, a well-cut, res- 
pectable, middle-aged chop! Htc., ete. 
Of course the sausages and other ple- 
bein edibles were outraged, and even a 
pleasant pink skinned Frankford, piping 
hot and done to a turn, stuck up for his 
less fortunate brethren. 
The Boiled Mutton looked sheepish 
when no notice was taken of him, but 
presently, after thumping the table in 
vain, he whispered to a sturdy piece of 
rump. steak, 
The latter got up from his place, and 
with an air of authority stalked towards 
the Frizzled Chop. A dead silence ensued 
but as the Rump Steak, roughly con- 
ducted the Chop to the door, a smile 
began to flicker on the face of every 
member. 
The Rump Steak shut the door with a 
bang. ‘She’s well out of the way—its 
the same every meating—can’t hold her 
tongue. Always running somebody 
down,’ And he settled in his place with 
a satisfied grunt. 
The Leg of Mutton now arose, resplen- 
dent in a white waistcoat and artistic 
caper buttons down the front. 
‘Ladies an gentlemen, before we go on 
to other {and more pleasant matters, has 
anyone any complaints to make ?” 
A perfect hubbub commenced which 
only subsided when two unruly sausages 
and a very rowdy piece of tripe had been 
forcibly removed by the Rump Steak. 
‘Now, continued the Leg of Mutton, 
with freezing coldness,‘ Now, I say, we 
have a slight degree of order, and will 
each member in turn state his or her 
grievances. We wiil begin from left to 
right.’ y 
The first member on the left hand 
happened to be a once-noble piece of 
Beef, but which, since its roasting, had 
dwindled in importance. He rose to his 
feet, and then with a weary and somewhat 
tragic sigh, squelched back into his gravy. 
‘Mr Chairman, I have been roasted 
shamefully, my glorious outside has been 
burnt to cinders, and my heart is bleed- 
ing; and I ask, you, how can I. how can 
any piece of beef, keep his self-respect 
when he wallows in such abominable 
gravy as this in which I am sitting ? 
‘The Leg of Mutton, indeed every 
member, even down to a spiteful under— 
cooked Garfish, looked deeply sympathetic 
and a piece of Bacon, whose duty it was 
to write down every member’s grievance, 
September 1, 1908 
spoilt a page of her note-book with hot,. 
salt tears. 
The Beef looked grateful for the 
sympathy, and nestled down again into 
abominable gravy, with the contented 
feeling of one who has made a great im- 
pression: 
Everyone seemed to have a grievance ; 
the poor little piece of bacon nearly 
fainted at the amount of writing she had 
to do. The members were very eloquent 
about their sufferings. thinking that the 
Bacon entered every word they uttered, 
but if they had seen her note-book they 
would have been disappointed, for she 
made all her entries on this plan—Veal 
cutlet—Underdone; cooked in batter in- 
stead of bread-crumb; very put out. 
Lamb’s Fry—Well cooked but smothered 
in tomato sauce ; objects strongly. There 
wes onlyone member who had no com- 
plaint to make, and that was an Oyster, 
who, not being cooked at all, could find 
no excuse for grumbling. Thongh the 
meating lasted far into the night, they 
never got further than the complaints, 
and so had to postpone the other more 
pleasant matter to some future meeting. 
You should have seen the cook’s face next 
morning when the Bacon handed her the 
complaint note book. It wasn’t nice. 
NONE ca a age ean TS 
The Perseverance of a 
Mouse. 
» A field mouse which had fallen into a 
hole dug to receive a telegraph pole dis- 
played great ingenuity and perseverance 
in effecting its escape. 
The first hour or so he ran round the 
bottom of the hole, trying to find some 
means of escape, but could not climb out. 
Then he settled down to business. He 
began steadily and systematically to dig a 
spiral groove, round and round the inner 
surface of the hole, with a uniformly 
ascending grade. 
He worked night and day, and as he 
got further from the bottom he dug little 
pockets where he could either lie or sit 
and rest. The telegraph workers who 
had noticed his plight, and were curious 
to know how he would escape, supplied 
the little engineer with food. 
At the end of two weeks the mouse 
struck a rock. This puzzled him. For 
nearly a day he tried to get under, around, 
or over the obstruction, but without 
success. 
With unflinching patience he reversed 
the spiral, and went on tunnelling his 
way in the opposite direction. At the 
end of four weeks he reached the top, 
and probably sped away to enjoy his well 
earned freedom, His escapé was not 
observed. 
When the food was put in in the 
morning. he was near the surface, but at 
night the work was seen to be complete. 
and the little engineer, whose pluck and 
skill had saved his life, had left. 
