WAS IT THE MILK?

Manawatu Herald, Volume XLV, Issue 2591, 9 June 1923, Page 3

WAS IT THE MILK?

A humorous story is going the rounds in connection with a trip to Wellington by some local sports recently. At the hotel where the party stayed, an order was given to the maids to place jugs of milk in one of the bedi’ooms. At a late hour tin* party indulged in large potations of the iacteal fluid which had remarkable effects on the individual temperaments. Some became drowsy, others hilarious and one desired to spend millions in making the world happy. The boot black happened along the corridor and one of the party relieved him of his job and generously paid for a tin of polish. The exertions of the polishing effort, although carried out in a reclining position, brought on drowsiness and he retired, to bed. A scream from the maid with the morning cup of tea aroused the sleeper, who gazed in astonishment, at the startled girl, who exclaimed: “This room was booked to a white man and not a nigger!” “Wlint do you mean?” he exclaimed. Then the girl turned the mirror which reflected a black-faced man whose only relief in the facial colouring was the white of his eyes! That indulgence in milk should bring about such a, transformation of colour was inconceivable. He had a hazy recollection, when dozing off' to sleep, of gentle* hands being passed over his face, accompanied by soothing words. Then he exploded: “The rotters! Hobby!” The others assembled and assisted their comrade with the aid of a pound of butter, to remove the black disguise. Their complimentary remarks about the “coloured coon” during the transforming period were not appreciated by the “patient.”