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Waipukurau Press, Volume XIV, Issue 45, 19 April 1930, Page 7

Mistaken identity gave Mr. E. A. Smith, a well-known Christchurch motorist, an insight into human nature. Crossing the Atlantic, he wirelessed for rooms at a big New York hotel, and on arrival was given a wonderful reception, and was shown (by the proprietor himself) into a princely suite. A minute or two after a bellboy arrived with a bundle of letters. “Your mail, sir,” he said -with an air of serving royalty. On looking over the first letter or two, Mr. Smith discovered that he had been taken for another Smith, who happened to he on hoard the same steamer —Mr. Al Smith, the Governor, whose initials were the same as the New Zealander’s. When Mr. Smith exthe Smith he really was, the change in the manner of the proprietor was as good as a play, changing from servility to aloofness, almost scorn with a rapidity that would have made a movie star’s fortune. In addition to having the same initials as the famous Smith, the New Zealander was strikingly like him.