THE WOMAN, AS USUAL

The Journal (Adelaide), Tuesday 27 April 1915

Snooker was one of those chaps who were always bemoaning the hard times, when all that was needed to put him right was a little self-propelled energy. For Snooker was lazy—indescribably lazy. An acquaintance of his, knowing his failing, and listening patiently to Snooker’s usual wailing, questioned him. “Why can’t you make a good living out of farming?” he asked. “You have the land, and it would not be difficult to obtain some seed. Would it, now?” “Oh, no!” replied Snooker, “It’s not that part of it that couldn’t be done.” “Well, what is it?” “To tell yer the truth, it’s the old woman,” answered Snooker wearily, “She’s too lazy to do the ploughing and sowing!”