The New Zealand Railways Magazine, Volume 3, Issue 7 (November 1, 1928)
“Is my wife forward?” asked a passenger on the “Limited.”
“She wasn't to me, sir,” replied the guard politely.
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“Did you ever hear anything so perfectly wonderful?” exclaimed the daughter of the house, as the phonograph ground out the last notes of the latest thing in jazz.
“No,” replied her father, “I can't say I have, although I once heard a collision between a lorry load of empty milk cans and a lorry filled with live chickens.”