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Bush Advocate, Volume XXII, Issue 65, 18 March 1910, Page 6

A well-dressed man entered a florist's shop, threw down a sovereign, and said he wanted some flowers to take home. He was very unsteady, evidently having been on the spree, and the flowers apparently were intended as a domestic peace-offering. The florist picked out a dozen chrysanthemums, and the customer started to leave. At the door he hesitated. "I say," he said thickly, "watsh these fiowersh called?" ' 'Chrysanthemums." The customer shook his head: "Cotter have something easier than that," he said. "Gimme a dozen pinks."