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A well-known American author tells the following amusing story concerning railway travelling “over there.” The train had stopped, and the passengers were informed that a cow had got on the track and had to be driven off. After the train had been going again for a tew miles it stopped once more, and the explanation was again that a cow was on the track. Two miles, perhaps, of continuous going, and then came another stop. One of the passengers glanced wearily towards the end of the car. “Mr Conductor,” he called out, “could I speak to you for a moment?" “Certainly,” answered the conductor. “Do you mean to say,” demanded the passenger, “that we have caught up to that cow again?” An amusing story concerning Charlie Chaplin comes from California. The famous little cinema actor was working just outside his studio one day “shooting” some scenes for his new picture. A crowd naturally collected, and with one huge anticipatory grin settled down for an afternoon’s solid and gratuitous enjoyment. Now, it happened that the incident in hand was quite devoid of any attempt at fmmiment, and Cjiarlio

himself, in a perfectly normal suit of clothes and minus his property moustache, was only taking a directorial part in the proceedings. With his usual thoroughness, he posed and rehearsed his actors again and again, ordering one re-take after the other to get just the effect he had in mind. Throughout the whole long afternoon, beneath a sweltering Californian sun, that crowd hung patiently on, obviously buoyed by the hope that if they waited long enough, Charlie would do something to live up to his reputation as a funny sort of fellow. . Just when the fastidious Charles had decided to treat himself to one last retake before the light began to fade, the voice of an old lady was distinctly heard raised in shrill and injured protest as she elbowed her way out of the crowd; “Well. I’m going home. I've waited round here for two solid hours, and wasted a whole afternoon, and he hasn’t even thrown a brick.”

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Manawatu Herald, Volume XLII, Issue 2108, 27 March 1920, Page 1

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347

Untitled Manawatu Herald, Volume XLII, Issue 2108, 27 March 1920, Page 1

Untitled Manawatu Herald, Volume XLII, Issue 2108, 27 March 1920, Page 1

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