Volume 18, Issue 1
The Collins Street tram drew to a halt, and a well dressed matron stepped aboard. There wasn’t a spare seat in sight, but a teenage youth in College uniform rose to his feet, and invited the new passenger to sit in his place, an offer she quickly accepted.
After the vehicle had gathered momentum and silence had descended on the scene, the now seatless young man leant down to the new occupant of the space that he had so recently relinquished. Then, in a voice clearly audible to all in the compartment, he said to her, “Excuse me, madam, but did you say something?”