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NZ Truth, Issue 60, 18 August 1906, Page 7

'Before breaking loose to celebrate s birthday by a wild, hilarious jag, a man should first notify his, pals of his change of address, m case of accidents. It was Bronson's birthday recently, and two of his festive cronies, who lived at Cainperdown, came into town that night to commemorate the startling occasion with him m tha usual boozey way. Bronson lived at Homebush the last time they pushed him into the drunks' train and cheered him off. After a wild, wet time down town celebrating his birthday, they finally arrived at Eedfern m a cab, with just a couple o2 seconds left to catch the last through train to the sheep suburb. Bronson waj just m the condition when the world is a whirling cinematograph, and he thickly murmured something about the Queen 1 <?• ing his aunt, as they blundered iown the platform and fired him into a carriage. With a glimmer of recollection he tried to explain and fight his way out of the door, but they hurled hini back, the bell rang, and the engine snorted off, breathing beer and vengeance. A couple of minutes later they met another home-going inebriate, who roared laughing when they told him of the job they had m getting Bronson off. "Why, you lunatics," he yelled, "the poor devil moved from Homebush iast week, and is now living at Hurstville, up the other line!" Bronson got home, a haggard-eyed appiritios.. m the papertrain, the following morning, and after his wife finished witb him be went to sleep, feeling like a ma* who had been through bell with his hat /iff.