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Wairarapa Times-Age, 26 September 1940, Page 6

A little scene reminiscent of the old gold-rush days was re-enacted in a city hotel, states the Christchurch “StarSun” when a big, hard-bitten man strolled into the bar and asked for a drink. "I haven't any money on me." he remarked cheerily, which remark stopped the beer-pump in mid-stroke, while the barman looked up and glowered. “But I can pay for it,” grinned the customer, “in something better than money, if you've got the scales.” and he produced from a vest pocket a bottle stilt labelled, “Cascara sagrada pills," full of gold dust and nuggets, some of which were as big as dried peas. “I'm waiting for the bank to open.; I’ve just come over from the West Coast,” he explained. "Yes, it’s all out of my own claim. Can you cash this?” “This” was a small nugget that he shoved across the bar. "Don’t think so. but that’s all right; we can usually trust West Coasters,” said the barman, graciously, and gripped the pump handle again.