New Plymouth

But when John Chinaman is discovered PURSUING THE FILTHY PRACTICES that were revealed during the hearing of a case at New Plymouth last week, it is time to seize John by his yellow ear and boot it to him with the heaviest fine allowable by Statute. In fact, gaol would be too clean for him.

Couched ln the respectable phraseology of the Court, the charge against the defaulting Chinaman in question, one Ah Wing, was that "on February 1 he used a receptacle intended for the storage of food for sale for purposes likely to contaminate the food and affect its wholesomeness or cleanliness, and further with failing to keep the receptacle clean and free from odors. This sounds innocent- enough, but just wait till you hear what it really means as conveyed by the evidence.

Mr. A. A. Bennett had something to say for the Chinese concerned m the case. He could have hardly pleased his clients when he said that no one but a Chinaman would have been guilty of such an act. Ah Wing, however, was not the manager of the shop where the little indelicacy took place. He was only an assistant. The owner Ah Ping, was the real sufferer, for during the last few days he might have had his shop shut altogether, for no one came near it. Which shows that the good folk of New Plymouth are at least very discriminating. Ah Wing would have to go that very day. Ah Ping had made up his mind about that. NZ Truth , Issue 847, 18 February 1922, Page 5

Convivial Chows Captured Half a Hundred for the Revenue. In a quiet upstairs room m a Haining Street shack, Chin Yum Get was the agreeable host. There, after slow years, in New Plymouth and the piling with infinite patience of shilling 'on shilling, sat Willie Sen. He had sold up his business, and now yearned for recreation and the lighter side of life. There was no talk there in Chin Yum Get's room of the price of tomatoes; such subjects were of a laborious past. On the contrary, there was restful silence. Willie Sen lay on a sofa, and through a delicate haze Chin Yum Get was as comfortably disposed. On a table between them, under a soft green shade, there glowed a lighted slush lamp. Beside it lay the trays and cleaning needles and appliances of the opium smoker. There, then, was peace. NZ Truth , Issue 880, 7 October 1922, Page 5