A kind-hearted English vicar one day observed an old woman laboriously pushing a perambulator up a steep hill. He volunteered his assistance, and when they reached the top of the hili said, in answer to her thanks: ‘'Oh, it’s nothing at all. I’m delighted to do it. But, as a little reward, may I kiss the baby?” “Baby? Lor’ bless you, sir, it ain’t no baby. It’s the old man’s beer."
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Wairarapa Times-Age, 8 June 1938, Page 9
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