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Bay of Plenty Beacon, Volume 4, Issue 135, 30 July 1941, Page 8

Watch the Counter Lunch ! If you don't think Hitler has much to answer "for just ask a local Mine Host. The Home Guard took his rille and left him unprotected.. Before long he claims his back yard was infested with oats. He says there were at least 50 of 'em (counted before six o'clock too). He quickly became a nervous wreck— no sooner had the babbling of the bar succumbed to "Six o'clock gents" than the caterwauling of the cats in their feline frolics commenced, to the grave ill content of his guests, nisi fowls, his pet bird—not to mention himself. Not owning a dog which might be running loose, he Felt safe to approach the only marl he felt might help him —a man who «aved the heights of Hillcrest from an early invasion of goats. To make room for houses and Home Guard signallers this resident had earned undying fame by his campaign which lasted for- days and finally made way for the progress of posterity, the demands of democracy or dims of aristocracy or siomdtliing like that. Anyhow he shifted tlir goats. Approached he said that he was more interested in dogs without collars than cats without homes, but nevertheless turned up later wfth a rille which he loaned the prostrated publican. Certain that he would last have his revenge the host camouflaging himself as an empty keg, took up position for attack. For days he lurked about with bitterness churning his heart (not Dominion Bitters) —but alas, not a cat in sight. Possibly sensing trouble and probably having knowledge that the Home Guard has been having musketry drill the cats departed for fresh. fields leaving behind a sorry figure perched on a box, a dejected and disillusioned man. Days in ambush, hours reconnaissance, stacks of ammunition, the will to kill, the boasts he made ringing in his ears — but not a cat. What a catastrophe!