In New York a bandit entered an artist’s studio, held up the artist at the point of a revolver and robbed him. It says something for the bandit’s sporting instinct that' he didn’t pot a sitter. Outside the house a taxi stopped, and the Jones family prepared to load it up with their holiday luggage. “I’m afraid,” said the harassed father, when he saw the look that came over the driver’s face, "there’s rather a lot of luggage. You see, we’re going to a remote part of the country and taking a bungalow. The driver grimaced. "Oh. no, sir,” he said, with a definite shake of his head. “You ain't going to take no bungalow on my cab.”
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Wairarapa Times-Age, 7 January 1939, Page 8
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