A Bad Case.

Kaipara and Waitemata Echo, 16 October 1914, Page 8

A Bad Case.

Some time ago a number of Lancashire butchers gathered at a friend's house at the close of a long day spent in somewhat exciting amusement. They were a thirsty company, and the friend having no be\erages to offer them, it became necessary to consider how the landlord of a neighbouring inn might be induced to supply liquor half an hour after closing time. They were accidentally assisted in their deliberations by the chance remark of one of their number : "Oh, I say, lads, I'm dying for a drink." A pair of them set off to the tavern, and after much thumping at the door, they had the satisfaction of hearing a window open, and seeing the landlord's head thrust out. "What's up," inquired Boniface. "Come thi way downstairs," was the reply. "Our Bill's dying." In a few minutes the door was opened, and the following modest order was presented on behalf of the sick man : A quart of brandy, half a gallon of whisky, two gallons of ale, and one gallon of porter. "My word !" exclaimed the landlord, as he set to work, to supply the order. "I'm glad I her.rd you knocking. Poor mvd Bill ! He must be bad."