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Ohinemuri Gazette, Volume XXII, Issue 2787, 8 May 1911, Page 4

It was the lunching-hour, and the fastidious City gent with the Dragoon whiskers and the Hussar moustache had ordered grilled steak—ls 3d —and, after half-an-hour's waiterwaiting, got it. "Waitah !" roared the City gent. "Waitah ! Come hyah, waitah !" In a trice George was standing at his arm. "Waitah," complained the City gent, "what do you mean by bringing me this, sab. ? Do you call this grilled steak ? It's as tough a.s a confounded bit of indiahrubbah !" "Injcrrubber, sir?" gasped the waiter. "Good 'eavens, let's 'aye it back at once ! That's worth 12s a pound, sir—that is ! Here's a biscuit for yer honesty !"