WORDS NEAR REGENT STREET

Hawera Star, Volume XLVII, 15 December 1927, Page 5

WORDS NEAR REGENT STREET

THE POLICE INTERFERE. Slil 1 was a short, stoutish woman, with brown eyes and an air of one who knew her business. He was a tall, lankv individual with a look of perpetual surprise and patience, the sort of man who would go the limit for peace at any price so far as his good wife was concerned. But here they - were, arguing on the main gtreet with a growing crescendo which threatened to attract a crowd. The good woman was holding her own. "I say they can,’' she reiterated for the twentieth time. ‘ ‘ Ajtul I say they can’t.” ‘‘They can.” ‘‘They can’t.” And so on went the jig-saw until the constable intervened and asked what the row all about. ‘‘Look here, Constable,” said the exasperated woman, ‘‘this fool of a husband of mine reckones that the London Dye Works cannot dye my dress and his suit the same colour.”‘‘Of course they can.” replied the man in blue, ‘‘and’ in mighty short time. They turn out some lovely work, and dresses and suits can safely be entrusted to them. Anyhow, why argue? Co in and see them like other folk do.” A few days later two well dressed, stylish. happy people were seen in High Street —a reflection of the good work of the London Dye Works.*