HIS LITTLE GAME.

Lake Wakatip Mail, Issue 2479, 21 August 1903, Page 6

HIS LITTLE GAME.

There were only a few people dining in a Strand restaurant a few days ago when a nan suddenly hustled in and approached the white-aproned waiter. " I say," he eagerly asked, " can yoa tell me where the Strand is ?' He was a rather Bhabby man in a costume suggestive of the country, or the vaudeville stage. His trousers were short, his coat had a funny skirt to it, and his big straw hat was guiltless of a band. " Can't you tell me where the Straad is ?" he anxiously repeated. The waiter smiled broadly, and instead of pointing towards the street, shook his head. The stranger pushed along after the waiter as he passed down the room. " Don't you know where the Strand is ?" he asked again. " .No, said the grinning waiter, "1 don't know where it is. I don't know much about the neighbourhood." The stranger looked around at the customers. " Do any of these gentlemen— ?" he began. " No," said the waiter, " they don't know. They're all strangers here." Then the rural man went out with a cheerful grin in spite of his disappointment. " You see," said the waiter, "he's just an advertising joker. If I'd said I knew where the Strand was. he'd have shouted out something about bargains that w?re going at one of the business houses along here. I'm up to all their advertising dodges,and I know how to dish the best of them.'"