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Te Awamutu Courier, Volume 53, Issue 3843, 7 December 1936, Page 7

A prominent citizen met his tailor on the street one day and asked him why he had not sent a statement of his account. ‘Well, you see, it is this way,” said the tailor, “I never like to ask a gentleman for money.” ‘But how about it if he doesn’t pay you?” persisted the citizen. “Oh, after a certain time I come to the conclusion that he isn’t a gentleman, and then I ask him.” Sitting comfortably in the barber’s chair, Mr. Jones came to sudden decision. He decided to have his moustache taken off. Just what his wife would say he trembled to think, but off it came, nevertheless. His wife opened the door to him upon his arrival home, and there was a long silence whilst his wife just stared at him in amazement. Suddenly she spoke. “There, you villain,” she burst out, “now I know why I’ve never liked you.”