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Dominion, Volume 23, Issue 5, 1 October 1929, Page 12

“We get plenty of variety in the way of luggage,” sighed an Auckland railway porter as he pushed a piled truck laboriously along the station platform the other evening. Part of the cargo appeared to be general baggage; there were kits and portmanteaux, various articles which, it appeared, had recently been associated with the hardware business, and soft-looking bags which might have contained clothing. But the rest of the cargo was by no means inanimate —it was very much alive. Perched ou top of the bags was a lordly-looking bulldog that glared a challenge at wretched-looking cockerel cooped in a flimsy benzine box with rough sticks forming the bars of its improvised gaol. The bulldog appeared to be more concerned with the presence of the cockerel than with the frequent rocking of the truck. Needless to add. the cockerel’s perturbation was due to the presence of the dog. The porter, probably, was 'the most worried of the three. He was wondering how the truck was to be unloaded, and was hoping that the owner of the bulldog would be on hand to help him.