A FREE counter lunch was being served at a well-known hotel in Castlereagh-street, Sydney, where “thirsty men leaned comfortably over glasses of foaming lager”, reported the Sun newspaper on November 19 1929, when they were disturbed by a barefooted boy.
“Suddenly, a small boy, bootless, ragged, and dirty faced, with a greasy cap pulled well down onto his forehead, entered the bar.
“‘Excuse me Sir’, said the lad to one of the thirsty souls, and with lightning rapidity he lifted three meat pies from a plate, and made a dash for the street. The bewildered drinkers asked for more pies and were called upon to explain how so many had vanished.
“‘That’s the limit’, said the barman.”
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