It's Not Done!

NZ Truth, Issue 1148, 1 December 1927, Page 6

It's Not Done!

WHEN a traveller stumbles upon one of the old-time customs m the

place of his choice it comes as a bit of a shock. There are so few of them left.

Take for instance, the service .of cuts off a joint, orders for which the waitress yells to the back regions: "Beef two; mutton one," and the subsequent pieces of overcooked flesh which decorate the plate. |;.:..... : .:>:!:':"!':"""

But at the Rob Roy, Waihi, it is different, for when the guest enters the bright, palatial dining-room, if a person of any literary memory, his mind must fly back to Dickens or his contemporaries.

There at a table stands the dignified and courteous Joseph Benjamin Weedon, .proprietor, who runs a house which, m its appointments and management, is an eyeopener.

Before him on a snowy table, steam the joints and the appetizing gravy bowl; he carves, considering the whims of each individual guest as his practised hands wield carving- knife and fork.

Among those whom the Weedon family can count as their friends are the present Governor-General and *his lady. It was a proud day for them all when an old friendship was recently renewed 13,000 miles from its origin.