NOT DISCERNIBLE.

New Zealand Illustrated Sporting & Dramatic Review, 1 December 1919, Page 35

NOT DISCERNIBLE.

“I stopped on a street corner the other evening to hear a prohibition tub thumper. He thumped his tub and yelled. “ ‘ Friends, dear friends, five years ago I was a disease-rotted wreck — a hollow-chested, red-nosed ruin with alcoholic sore throat, gin-hardened liver, blear eyes and toddy blossoms all over me.’ He struck himself on the chest. ‘What do you suppose, dear friends, has brought about this change in me?’ “He paused impressively and in the deep silence a voice asked: “ ‘What change ?’ ”