[FREE] COUNTER lunch was on at a well-known hotel in Castlereagh-street [Sydney], and thirsty men leaned comfortably over glasses of foaming lager.
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.
–The Sun (Sydney) Tuesday 19 November 1929.