WAITING FOR EMPTIES.

Southern Cross, Volume 8, Issue 30, 10 November 1900, Page 7

WAITING FOR EMPTIES.

An amusing incident occured a short time ago in one of the large London breweries, the principal partner in which is a member of parliament, no less known for his impetuous generosity than for his strictness with his employes in matters of business. One morning this gentleman, on entering the brewery yard, observed a man leaning idly against the wall with his hands in his pockets, and smoking a short clay pipe. ‘ Well, my man, can you find nothing to do P ’ was the indignant inquiry, the reply being, c Sir, I’m a-waitiug for something. ’ ‘ That won’t do here, ray man, I can tell you. Come, what are your wages ? A pound a week, ’ ‘ Well, here you are, take your money, and get out of my yard, ’ shouted the indignant legislator. Some little time elapsed, and on again passing through, the M.P once more espied the man occupying precisely the same position, ‘ Did I not pay you your wages and tell you to begone F ’ demanded the brewer, now thoroughly roused. The man gazed at him in mild surprise, and then, removing his pipe, replied, ‘You kindly guv me a suvr’n’ guvvor, and I’ve been and drunk yer ’ ealth, but as fer going away, I don’t understand you. I don’t work for you, I works for Pickford’s, and I’m a-waiting for some empties. ’