HIS TURN FOR LUXURY.

New Zealand Illustrated Sporting & Dramatic Review, Volume XIX, Issue 1101, 18 May 1911, Page 22

HIS TURN FOR LUXURY.

It was one of those palpably cold-ham-and pickle inns; but the motor wouldn’t go, so Jones and Jenkins had to make the best of a bad smash and put up there. “Accommodation, gentlemen? Certainly, gentlemen!” oozed the oleaginous landlady. “Beautiful large feather bed—plenty of room for the two of you, and big enough for three. This way, gentlemen.” They went, they saw, they grunt-

ed. It certainly wasn’t much of a feather bed, but they agreed to take it, and, being fatigued, retired early. In a few minutes Jones was sound asleey; but, try as he might, Jenkins could not “drop off.” At two in the morning Jones was awakened by a violent nudge in the solar plexus. “What’s the matter?” he growled. “Get up!” was the reply; “it’s half time.” “Half-time? What are you talking about? This isn’t a cup-tie!” “No; but it’s my turn to sleep on that feather!”