NOT IN FRONT OF LADIES! Burton Charles Waldegrave Takes A Cold Shower

NZ Truth, Issue 1141, 13 October 1927, Page 5

NOT IN FRONT OF LADIES!

Burton Charles Waldegrave Takes A Cold Shower

(From "N.Z. Truth's" Palmerston North Representative.) A CCORDING to Burton Charles Waldegrave, of Palmerston North, he never uses "language" m front of ladies; m fact he hardly ever uses "language" at all.

PR the future this will probably be the case, for the last time he forgot himself m the presence of a lady he was well washed with soda water — and was fined a fiver into the bargain. The name of Waldegrave is wellknown m Palmerston North. In this respect B. G. Waldegrave does not lag behind, for it is doubtful whether there is any stock salesman m the Manawatu who is better known. Now he has secured for himself a fresh title to publicity — despite the fact that for some mysterious reason the local daily papers told the public of Palmerston North nothing at all about the soda-water episode. The whole trouble arose m the Post Office Hotel. Shortly before six o'clock on the evening of August 11, Burton Charles Waldegrave, feeling that a little something might perhaps make the world ft brighter place, entered the bar of the hotel with a friend. What usually happens on these ocsnmimmtmtnnHmiiiiiniiiiinmnuuinnmmiiiiiiiinTiminmnmTnTKnninnnTnnmnmminm

casions happened on this* Drinks were served to the two thirsty travellers and everyone seemed happy. The only fly m the ointment was the proprietor of the hotel, ably aided and abetted by the post office clock, Waldegrave's motor-car and a stalwart policeman. For while the drinks were being consumed, the proprietor entered, the bar and told those present that a constable was complaining about a certain motor-car which was outside the hotel. At this stage, according to the proprietor, who was supported by his wife — at the time serving behind the bar — Waldegrave remarked that "it was not his • car." Naturally the proprietor did not like this style of speech and as it happened that the hands of the clock by this time had come very close to six, he pointed out that Waldegrave had better drink his drink and depart. This course of action, apparently, did not appeal to Waldegrave, as his language once more conclusively showed. The lady behind the bar, however, by name Eileen Patterson, was not to be insulted by anyone. There was a syphon of soda-water handy and this she used m novel fashion — and to good effect — by squirting its contents over the offender. Thus did Burton Charles Waldegrave become very wet indeed. By this time, however, Frederick Patterson, the proprietor of the hotel, had arrived \ upon the scene again, bringing with him the stalwart policeman aforementioned. Things had become rather heated, the soda-water . not having had the cooling effect which it was intended to produce. When the little party went outside — if Waldegrave's story is to be believed — things became really lively. He himself did not notice anything amiss inside the hotel. This, apparently, goes to show that a syphon or two of sodawater is nothing to a Waldegrave. The upshot of the whole matter was that last week Waldegrave appeared before Magistrate J. Logan Stout m the Palmerston North Magistrate's