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RANDOM REMINDER

TELL ME GENTLY-

REHEARSAL IMPROMPTUS

There was something quite admirable about the reaction of Mr J. Bruning, of Westport, when he was told he had won £lO,OOO in an Australian lottery. Mr Bruning at the time was competing in the clout championship at the national archery tournament at New Plymouth. “What a time to tell a Cker” he said, as he isied himself with arrows, preparing for his next shot. There was a touch of the Francis Drake about all this. If it had been us, for instance, we would probably have given a whoop like an Indian and shot an arrow into the air. . But it offers food for thought, for all those who take tickets in lotteries and raffles. Mr Bruning’s remarks were

clearly made off the cuff. It should be possible to do a little better, with time to think about it After all, if these successes are to be publicised, why not make the best of a rare opportunity? So we have devised some short statements, suitable for those with varying outlooks on life, and available, without charge, for use on the appropriate occasion. First, the attitude for the man who wants to be clearly calm and unruffled. When he is told he has won £lO,OOO he stares at his informant, slowly removes his long cigarette-holder from his mouth, raises a bored c'-ebrow and says: “So?” Then the determinedly grateful man. “The money will be handy. I’m under an eviction

order, my 12 children haven’t had a proper meal for months, I’m out of work, and my wife is suffering from an incurable, but romantic disease. I haven’t decided what to do with my win yet.”

For the animal lover: “Mrs Diana Irving of Vancouver left £ 10,700 for her three poodles, Chanelle, Kipling and Zoe de Lamour. This will be a big help in my effort to save £ll,OOO to leave to my Pekes Nuit d’Amour, Pasternak, and Cha-Cha Belle.”

For the gregarious type: “Whacko! Party tonight. You’re invited.” And for us: (seizing our informant by the coat lapels and shaking him vigorously): “When do we get the dough?”

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Press, Volume CII, Issue 30041, 28 January 1963, Page 17

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RANDOM REMINDER Press, Volume CII, Issue 30041, 28 January 1963, Page 17

RANDOM REMINDER Press, Volume CII, Issue 30041, 28 January 1963, Page 17