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Evening Star, Issue 22632, 26 April 1937, Page 12

A local dramatic society were producing that famous old melodrama called ‘ The Castle Spectre,’ and the great night had arrived. The member who had been cast for the captain of the guard had an impediment of speech, which, though almost imperceptible on ordinary occasions, was liable to assume alarming proportions under excitement. But as his speaking part throughout the play was only four words, “ Away to the castle,” everybody hoped for the best. At his cue the armour-plated hero rushed on shouting, “ Awa-wa-wa-wa—” Just thou the exasperated stage manager said to the waiting soldiers in an amplified stage whisper: “Blimey, why don’t you start? You’ll get there hours before he’s finished telling you.”-