A SURLY SALLY.

NZ Truth, Issue 151, 9 May 1908, Page 5

A SURLY SALLY.

Stoushes a Stranger

And Won't Have a Go.

The Salvation Army ruffian is always a great cur and 'doesn't mind it so njuch when taking on a helplessly drunken man. When, however, it comes to a straight-out go with a healthy young buck who will stand up to it like a man, it's a bird of another plumage. Anyhow, to make a long story short and sweet, an incident of the surly Salvationist happened at the Southern barracks of Booth's boodlers the other evening, and that barracks was his New Zealand. The hero is a bandmaster or something of that sort, and a few young men had gathered m the vicinity, and had not misbehaved themselves m the slightest degree. The hand bloke, without any reason whatever, walked out and called one young man a dirty, low scamp, and the retort was made that the red-jerseyed joker was the same, whereupon Booth's brave, from the other side of a rail, struck the young fellow a violent blow on the side of the face. THE COWARD WAS CHALLENGED to have a "go," and actually took off his coat, but it did not require much persuasion on the part of his friends to make him put it on again. This assault was witnessed by a number of others, and if the red-jerseyed Christian got his deserts he'd be charged with assault, and he could plead religion or something senseless. These damned hypocritical humbugs always gag something about the Loard when m a tight corner, and when a coward Iv humbug is fixed he should get it hot.