A job with Snooker Brothers
New Zealand Illustrated Sporting & Dramatic Review, 10 October 1907
The conversation in the bar had turned upon perpetual motion, and the bloated young man in the corner presently chipped in:—”Whoever says perpetual motion ain’t bin discovered talks rot! Perpetual motion is anythink as keeps yer goin’ all the time, an’ I got mine when I worked for Snooker Brothers at the Oxford Arms. I done all the cellar work served in the bar, scoured six dozen pewters afore breakfast, did the chuckin’ out, marked at billiards, an’, when things was dull, made a few clay pipes. The only reg’lar hours we had was that we was called up punctually ten minutes afore goin’ to bed. If any of yer ‘ere doubts the existence of perpetual motion, let him go an’ git a job with Snooker Brothers, an’ he’ll git all he wants of it!”