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IT’S A. BET!”— How often has vanity, coupled with the urge to make easy money, provided manyamusing interludes for Dunedin citizens, to their full appreciation? To-day’s lunch-hour entertainment was a variation of the popular wheel-barrow theme. As usual. it had its origin in casual conversation, concluding with, the customary dare and bet. The task set a local butcher’s assistant was to wheel a fellow-workman from Frederick street to Moray Place, along George street, in a perambulator. Ten shillings’ changed hands over the wager. Quite cheerfully the pair set out, the pusher quite unconcerned about the interested glances of passers-by. There was not the usual audience, for tho streets by some lucky chance were sparsely occupied. The pusher might well have been more concerned had the realisation that he had attached to his apron tails a most unflattering notice been brought home to him. It might be considered, too, that the sitter was in even less enviable predicament. He had no part in the winnings, and was in a much more uncomfortable position!

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Evening Star, Issue 23175, 26 January 1939, Page 21

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IT’S A. BET!”—How often has vanity, coupled with the urge to make easy money, provided manyamusing interludes for Dunedin citizens, to their full appreciation? To-day’s lunch-hour entertainment was a variation of the popular wheel-barrow theme. As usual. it had its origin in casual conversation, concluding with, the customary dare and bet. The task set a local butcher’s assistant was to wheel a fellow-workman from Frederick street to Moray Place, along George street, in a perambulator. Ten shillings’ changed hands over the wager. Quite cheerfully the pair set out, the pusher quite unconcerned about the interested glances of passers-by. There was not the usual audience, for tho streets by some lucky chance were sparsely occupied. The pusher might well have been more concerned had the realisation that he had attached to his apron tails a most unflattering notice been brought home to him. It might be considered, too, that the sitter was in even less enviable predicament. He had no part in the winnings, and was in a much more uncomfortable position! Evening Star, Issue 23175, 26 January 1939, Page 21

IT’S A. BET!”—How often has vanity, coupled with the urge to make easy money, provided manyamusing interludes for Dunedin citizens, to their full appreciation? To-day’s lunch-hour entertainment was a variation of the popular wheel-barrow theme. As usual. it had its origin in casual conversation, concluding with, the customary dare and bet. The task set a local butcher’s assistant was to wheel a fellow-workman from Frederick street to Moray Place, along George street, in a perambulator. Ten shillings’ changed hands over the wager. Quite cheerfully the pair set out, the pusher quite unconcerned about the interested glances of passers-by. There was not the usual audience, for tho streets by some lucky chance were sparsely occupied. The pusher might well have been more concerned had the realisation that he had attached to his apron tails a most unflattering notice been brought home to him. It might be considered, too, that the sitter was in even less enviable predicament. He had no part in the winnings, and was in a much more uncomfortable position! Evening Star, Issue 23175, 26 January 1939, Page 21