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New Zealand Graphic, Volume XLII, Issue 8, 24 February 1909, Page 4

Mr Jones went to dins one evening with a friend. He imbibed quite freely, and the result was that he got “pretty mellow.” As he started home he realised his condition, and pondered how 7 to conceal it from his wife. “I’ll go home and read,” he said to himself. “Whoever heard of a drunken man reading?” He readied home and went to the library and commenced to read. Mrs Jones later appeared on the scene. “What on earth are you doing!” she asked. “Beading, my dear; I'm reading,” he replied. “Beading!” his wife scornfully. “What are you reading?” “The book's been in the house for the last 20 years, so if you don't like it I’m. not going to tell you,” he replied. “You old idiot: shut up that valise, and come to bed,” she answered scornfully.