A pompous member of a travelling theatrical company was spurting up and down the Marton railway station platform. A red-faced and perspiring gentleman, evidently a new arrival in tho Dominion, rushed up to him, clutched his arm ; and asked: "Can you tell me is this the Patea train?" The other removed his arm. from th® stranger's grasp, and replied frigidly: "My dear sir, I am not the stationmaster." "Oh, aren't you?" spluttered the hot and hurried one. "well' what the deuce do you mean by swanking about as though you were?"
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Press, Volume LIX, Issue 17813, 12 July 1923, Page 7
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