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The New Zealand Railways Magazine, Volume 14, Issue 6 (September 1939)

Steeped in Steeples

Steeped in Steeples.

On the other hand, a boy with a leaning to steeples is determined to rise. He must of necessity be a bit of a snob, this being the only feasible explanation of his desire to keep his end up so immoderately. One can hear him saying: “Father, I am not like other boys. I get dizzy on the level. I suffer from lowtigo, which is the opposite of vertigo. Don't think that I want to look down on you and mother, don't imagine that I am uppish, but my soul is steeped in steeples.

How can you explain a boy like that? Never a hi-jacker in the family; born of respectable parents who had never aspired to anything higher than their hats; and here is their son with practically no roof to his head.

I'll warrant nobody has seen a young steeplejack learning his steeps. The only explanation is that they are kept inside the steeples until they learn enough about how to keep their ends up without visible means of support before they are allowed to break through the top. By this time they are middle-aged and are considered proficient to lounge about steeples until they wear them out.

“Putting the curl in tea-leaves.”

“Putting the curl in tea-leaves.”