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Franklin Times, Volume 9, Issue 665, 6 September 1921, Page 5

A popular defence officer who runs the Territorial Show not a 1000 miles from Pukekohe, is the possessor of a pretty wit. He was “giving a hand” recently in a big local effort to'Taise the wind” and was, incidentally, supervising the lay-out of the stalls down either side of the large 'hall. For convenience sake he had labelled the stalls alphabetically, and was, at the moment directing the lady stall-holders to their respective stalls. “Where is my stall, Mr — ?” queried an elderly clame, at the same time indicating the nature of the wares she had undertaken to sell, “There you are, madam,” politely replied the officer. “A to M” on that side, and N to Z on this.” “But where is L, sir?” asked the still tpuzzled matron. “Same old place, madam, same old place,” came the quick response, as the officer turned to attend to the next inquirer. The traffic inspector in a town not very far from Gisborne, in the course of his duties, noticed a motor car without a number plate in front. He approached the driver of the car a young lady. “Is this your car?” he asked. “Yes, it is my car,” was the reply. “Well,” she was informed, “there is no number plate in front.” “II: is not neceessary to have one,” replied the young lady, in dignified tones. After further argument, the inspector took her name and address, arm started to walk away. The young lady, however, called him brckT “There is not going to be any trouble over this, is there ?” she asked. “Yes,” was the prompt rejoinder, “lots.” “Well, then, you had better book it up to father. It is his car, really, you know.” The traffic inspector *is still smiling “Father always has to pay,” lie says.