Our City: The Derelict
yjLTITH uneasy steps the derelict swayed into the cool hall of the Y.M.C.A. from the heat of Wellesley Street’s harsh pavement. Ho one bothered. Some wrote—others drowsed over books and papers. “Has anyone here ever been broke?” loudly he demanded as he rolled a flamboyant cigarette. Still no one bothered. Muttering to himself, the derelict shambled toward the piano. He caressed the keys as though searching among the memories of an addled brain for a melody. Then he played. Music —real music—scattered its echoes in the Y.M.C.A. hall. Grand opera, marching tunes of wartime, popular melodies, “The Wear in’ of the G reen “Sill Massey liked that one,” ironically gurgled the derelict to himself. * * * “Is he one of your regulars?” asked a man who leaned against the office counter. “He is one of the best educated men in Auckland /' was the reply. But the derelict never heard; he was lost in his memories and melodies.
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Sun (Auckland), Volume I, Issue 277, 13 February 1928, Page 1
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159Our City: The Derelict Sun (Auckland), Volume I, Issue 277, 13 February 1928, Page 1
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