ALL THE LUCK.

New Zealand Illustrated Sporting & Dramatic Review, Volume XV, Issue 883, 7 February 1907, Page 21

ALL THE LUCK.

“Some people ’as all the luck,” said the gloomy man with the heavy jaw, as he read the paper in the window. All the bloomin’ luck. ’Ere’s a girl gets a gold watch for bein’ the millionth visitor to the exhibit.on. Just does nothin’ but wander in, same as I might wander in ter a pub. Gets a gold watch, an a ’and-shake from Mr Munro.” , “Sir George Munro now, ain’t ’e,” said the I ttle man with the thin beard. “’E might be. Some people as all the bloomin’ luck. Wot do . I get when I breasts up anywhere. I just bin in the pub on the corner. ’Hout yer go,’ says the barman, an’ hout it was.. W’y? Well, ’e said I was number thirteen — bin me thirteenth trip ter see if they ’ad a spare beer that wasn’t workin’. Some blokes just simply ’appen inter luck — can’t ’elp it. If I’d bin goin’ in the gate just behind the nine ninety nine thousand nine ninety ninth b.oke, what ’ud ’appen? W’y, that bloke ’ud drop dead ’ an’ I’d be pushed through just ahead of time. An’ I’d apaid me bob, too. Yes, some b’okes ’as all the luck. I couldn’t ever be the millionth anything. I was number 321 once, and it was ’ard mozzle, too.” “Wot was it? A Tatt’s ticket?” asked the little man. “No, up on the Terrace.” —“Touchstone” in the N.Z. “Times.”