HIS TUAN.
It was one ot those palpably cold' bam-and-pickle inns ; but, the motor wouldn’t go, so Jonea and Jenkins had t" make the best of a bad smash, and up there. Accommodation, gentlemen ? Certainly, gentlemen !’’ oozed the oleaginous landlord. “ Beautiful large feather-bed —plenty of room for the two of you, and big enough for three. This way gentlemen!” They went, they saw, they grunted. It certainly wasn’t much of a featherbed. But they agreed to take it, and, being fatigued, retired early. In a few minutes Jones was sound asleep; but, try as he might, Jenkins pould not “ drop off.” At two in the morning Jones was awakened by a violent nudge in the solar plexus. “ What’s the matter ?” he growled.
“ Get up!” was the reply. “ It's half time!”
“ Half time ? What are you talki„g about ? This isn’t a football match !” “ No; but it’s my turn to sleep o that feather.”
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Manawatu Herald, Volume XXXI, Issue 453, 8 April 1909, Page 4
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152HIS TUAN. Manawatu Herald, Volume XXXI, Issue 453, 8 April 1909, Page 4
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