YOUTH'S TRIUMPH.
They were indeed a gorgeous pair, as they marched of a Sunday along tho suburban street.
The youth disported a dashing, devil-may-care hat, a butterfly collar graced with a pale puce tie, and trousers of which the creases were positively George Alexandrian. The maid was arrayed in a half-acre picturehat, a dazzling super-hobble skirt, and shoes of which the heels rivalled Ben Lomond in height. As they strolled majestically along they passed a meek, : seedy, little, man, with shabby boots and a done-for look, pushing a pram. Behind him marched a heavy-looking female. Tho youth gave the man an icy nod. . ~i. "Why. William, who was that? lisped the heavy one. "Was it your manager?' "Oh, no, dear 1" replied the man wearily. "That was Billy, my office boy."
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New Zealand Herald, Volume XLVIII, Issue 14587, 25 January 1911, Page 10
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