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Greymouth Evening Star, 14 July 1934, Page 8

A man was seeing his mother-in-law off at the station after a long visit. He was carrying her bag, and while she went on the platform he went to get a platform ticket. When he returned the ticket-col-lector said he could not enter the platform by that gate. The train was due to start in two minutes. “My mother-in-law is going away by that train,” explained the man, excitedly, »“and if she doesn’t get this bag she’ll come back.” The ticket-collector flung the gate wide open and said “Pass friend.” “How big was I when I was a little baby, mummie?” “Oh, very tiny, darling. Only up to where your waist is now.” “Oooh! I have grown a lot, mummie! I’m right up to my head, now, aren’t I?”