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Hawera Star, Volume XLVI, 16 June 1926, Page 9

It happened 1 in Havvera to-day. The front door of the shop had closed, the mere men’s barbers had swept up, hung away their white coats, adjusted their ties and sallied forth to dinner and the sunshine. But the bobbing-shingling-bingling expert in charge of the ladies’ chair worked on, while still a benchful of fair heads awaited their trim. One by one: the clock ticked off the minutes between twelve and one. For two of the patient waiters they were ticking nearer to lunch, so neither cared; for the barber they were ticking into what should have been his halfholiday, yet he wats cheerful; but for one girl they were racing in a frantic contest with the throbbing of her heart. She glanced at her watch, at the chair and) at the two beside her, then back to the chair and the clock, _ the while a dainty foot beat an impatient tattoo on the floor. At la.rt she spoke. “Do you think”—very pleasantly and with a determined effort to he calm—“Do yon think you and yonr friend will be very long? You see” —not so calmly now—“ Yon see, lamto be married at one o’clock.” . . . She reached the church door at five minutes past the lit hour.