A STRANGER AT THE CENTENNIAL.

New Zealand Times, Volume XXXII, Issue 4944, 26 January 1877, Page 3

A STRANGER AT THE CENTENNIAL.

Many strangers at the Centennial are not yet aware that they can’t get out even for a moment, and get back on the same entrancefee. I saw an old man try it the other day. He says to the gateman: I want to go out a minute. You’ll know me when I come back, won’t you? —Gateman: Yes; I’ll know you by a 50-cent. stamp. Stranger: What ! Ain’t the money I paid good for all day ?—Gateman : Yes; it’s good for all day if you stay in all day. Stranger : But I want a bite teet. It’ll cost me 50 cents in here.—Gateman : That’s the rule, old man, and you’ll have to stand it. But I’ll tell you what you can do. Yon can go down by them palings, and there’s some boys outside will sell you a sandwich for 20 cents. I followed the old gentleman down by the palings to witness his investment. Sure enough, he found an auburn-haired boy with sandwiches, and taking one through the slats, passed out a 60-cent stamp. “ This is 1876,” says the brick-top Arab.—S.: Well, I guess I knowed that before. Gim my change.—Arab : This is Centennial year. S. (Snapping his fingers nervously through the crack) : Here boy ! I don’t want' no fooling. Gim my change right away.-—Arab : Don’t you know this is Centennial year ? S.: Yes, sholy I do. Gim my change, you owdaoious scamp. —A.; Don’t give any change Centennial year. S.: You cussed, red-head imp, if you don’t gim 30 cents, I’ll come out there and get a policeman hold of you.—A.: Now, mister, that, wouldn’t be business. You don’t want to come out here and pay 50 cents, to get back, just for 30 cents.; and if yer was ter do it for spite, wher’d I be when yon get put,? . Yon see this is the Centennial year. Have to make our jack this year. Now, yon go along quiet and nice, and it’ll be the same next Centennial.—Finale : Arab performs a short' wardance and yells, “Run here, Jimmy ! ,I’ve done it to another of ’em!”