A whisky still is to be erected near Melbourne. - News item.

George was never for sport or game;
   He was never the outdoor kind.
And, after the early closing came
He sat indoors at a parlor game
   At the back of a close-drawn blind.
But often now, on the lawn, I spy
   George in the darkness there,
Face upturned to the starlit sky,
Breathing deep and -- I wonder why --
   Sniffing the evening air.

"Den"
Sun, 25 February 1927, p7