The New Zealand Railways Magazine, Volume 13, Issue 11 (January 1, 1939)
It was the final of the local cup tie and feeling ran high among the spectators. One of the home team supporters was continually drawing the referee's attention to infringements of the rules apparently committed by the visitors, but the ref. wasn't having any. Finally, in the middle of the second half, when the noisy spectator had almost made himself speechless with his shouts of “Foul!” a train on the railway about a hundred yards away whistled loudly. “There you are ref.” shouted the man excitedly. “Even the driver saw that one!”
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Candid Confessions—No. 63, Mr. J. Smith.
Which is you favourite railway station?—The one I have never been to.
What is your pet aversion?—People who loll about in corridors.
What is your favourite hobby?—Studying the bye-laws and regulations.
What is your earliest recollection?—Being hidden under the seat by father. (From “Punch.”)
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The Boy Wins!
Just before the train started a boy ran up to the ticket inspector and whispered: “Sir, there's two men on that train without tickets.”
The inspector searched the carriages in vain, and then seeing the informer standing near, enquired: “Where are they?”
“On the engine!” replied the boy, making rapid tracks for the exit.
(From the “Railway Gazette.”)
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