NEW ZEALAND HOTEL.

New Zealand Illustrated Sporting & Dramatic Review, Volume XIV, Issue 852, 5 July 1906, Page 21

NEW ZEALAND HOTEL.

The name of “ New Zealand” would always awaken Mr. Seddon. Travelling through Castlemaine (says the “ Melbourne Argus”) he saw on a roadside inn the sign “ New Zealand Hotel.” From a door a woman waved a white handkerchief at the special train. “ She’s a New Zealander!” Mr. Seddon cried, and ran to the door of the car to reply to the salute. The train whirled away too quickly to allow him. The Premier said nothing. But on the return journey he sat at a window near the door, watching for the hotel. He waited while the train travelled four miles; then the sign came into view again. Mr. Seddon opened the door, and, standing on the observation platform, waved to the hotel-keeper, who was again on the lookout for him.

Hicks: “My hair comes out in handfuls. If it keeps on I’ll soon be bald.” Wicks: “Nonsense, if it keeps on you can never be bald.”

Taking your neighbour’s goods is variously designated as stealing stealing among the poor, business methods among the middle classes, and kleptomania or bridge among the aristocracy.—“ The Queen.”