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The New Zealand Railways Magazine, Volume 10, Issue 9 (December 2, 1935)

Slipping the Leash

Slipping the Leash.

But most of us can recapture that glorious sensation of release which made us feel that we were wearing a bullock's heart under our jersey, when we packed away our books and said farewell to the smell of slates, chalk and hidden apple cores, for six weeks of barbaric freedom. An adult is adulterated indeed who cannot feel some of the old sensations when the safe door clangs, the last ledger is placed under proper restraint and the office door bangs behind him on Christmas eve.

On the twenty-fifth day of this merry month Christmas cheer will be manifesting itself in divers ways in many parts.

“A pair of running pants to Uncle Stodge who hasn't seen the toes of his shoes for twenty years.”

“A pair of running pants to Uncle Stodge who hasn't seen the toes of his shoes for twenty years.”

Whilst the mariner boxes his compass with the sea-cook's best endeavours, the farmer will pick a wing of the pampered goose in the midst of his broad acres. Chinese, Singalese, Siamese, Portuguese, will all react to the merry moment according to their lights—and livers. For Christmas is almost as universal as whiskers in Siberia.