THE DRUMMER.

Te Awamutu Courier, Volume 53, Issue 3783, 17 July 1936, Page 3

THE DRUMMER.

There had been a brass band contest, and the winners were returning home by train in a very jubilant condition. The smallest man of the party sat in a corner seat and persisted in singing “Willie Brewed a Peck o’ Maut,’,’ and other ditties. The instruments were packed in the carriage. At the station just before reaching Edinburgh a ticket collector appeared at the door and demanded tickets. The little man became serious at once, and said, solemnly, ‘Tve lost ma ticket.” “Lost your ticket?” said the collector. “You can’t have lost your ticket. They were checked at Queensferry.” “I don’t know about that,” said the little man, dolefully, “but I’m tollin’ ye I’ve lost ma ticket” The collector, insisted upon the little man searching his pockets, but the investigation was in vain. “But you can’t have lost it,” said the collector; “its impossible!” “Impossible, is it? Then let me tell ye its naething o’ the kind, for I’ve lost ma big drum as well!”