Getting T.I.’S Goat

A Claim Now Justified

(From Our Own Correspondent ) LADY novelists have been rather hard on poor old Thursday Island in the past.

One who has written many romances about our island and returns to it from time to time for fresh inspiration, in variably makes mention of our numer ous population of goats—the four footed variety, that is to say. In fact, one might believe that goats are our main production. Still, it may be true.

The other night at the Hotel, after a game of bridge, we helped our hostess shut and bolt all the numerous doors on the ground floor before leav ing.

“Do you lock up every night?” she was asked.

“Yes, obliged to.”

“Frightened of burglars?”

“Burglars? No! Keep out the goats!

They eat the furniture.”

Shades of Miss — — ; at last your vivid tales of our solitary claim to notoriety would seem to be justified!