TYPOGRAPHICAL RESCUE.

Star (Christchurch), Issue 7506, 13 September 1902, Page 3

TYPOGRAPHICAL RESCUE.

" Talking about narrow escapes," said an honest-eyed cyclist recently, "I conjj sider I had a close Shave about eight years back." - i " Let's have the story," said the company. "I was working at a type foundry ilk London," continued the honest-eyed man. "One morning we received a wiry from Dorking, twenty miles away, saying the 'Dorking Dictator' office had been burnt out, and they wanted some odd type before they could, go to press thf"") day. There was no train that fitted in, so, packing the type into a box, I slung it across my back, and jumped on my wheel. I didn't know the road, bnt they told me ib was down JiHl all the way. "My word! it was down hill, too. Before I'd gone two miles I'd lost all control of the machine. I stuck on somehow j then about a mile ahead, I caught sight of a briok wall right across the road. Gentlemen, I'd come nineteen miles in eleven minutes, but what worried me was that I shouldn't be able to talk about it, fon the brick wall spelt sudden death I "An idea flashed across me. I slung that box of type round to the front of me and wrenched off the lid. Twenty yards from the wall and certain death ! " I shut my eyes and dropped my hand into the type box. Gentlemen, as you see," he said, with a tremor in his voice, " I was saved. I never touched the wall." "How did you escape?" gasped a listener. "In that last dip into the jumbled-up type," answered the honest-eyed ob*, "I came to a full-stop!"