Dad gave me a series of Australian funny stories about 3 years ago by this author. They continually make me chuckle and laugh out loud. There are sketches throughout the book which are very good too. Here is a brief piece from the current one I'm reading, On Our Selection.
"One day a young man overwhelmed with a collar - a lean stripling of a man, with no more hip than a "goanna" a clean face, a "haw" in his voice, a cane in hand and a gorgeous band on his straw hat - mounted the verandah and announced himself to Dad as the teacher of the new school.
Dad scarcely heard him. He was confused. He stared and couldn't think of anything to say. Had the angel Gabriel or the hangman, suddenly appeared before him, Dads equanimity couldn't have been more disturbed. Dad was never himself in the presence of leading people; and the prig-pedagogue and the sage were one and the same to him."
"One day a young man overwhelmed with a collar - a lean stripling of a man, with no more hip than a "goanna" a clean face, a "haw" in his voice, a cane in hand and a gorgeous band on his straw hat - mounted the verandah and announced himself to Dad as the teacher of the new school.
Dad scarcely heard him. He was confused. He stared and couldn't think of anything to say. Had the angel Gabriel or the hangman, suddenly appeared before him, Dads equanimity couldn't have been more disturbed. Dad was never himself in the presence of leading people; and the prig-pedagogue and the sage were one and the same to him."
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