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A FORTUNATE ESCAPE.

A man was crossing the street when a motor dashed round the corner, the left mudguard knocking him to the ground.

Almost instantly a crowd gathered round to see a very dishevelled indicrawl, from beneath the car. "Are you all right?" said a constable, pushing hi 3 way forward.

"I don't know yet," replied the man as he picked his tobacco pouch from the ground. "Yes, everything is all nght. I thought I had spilled my

He valued his smoke rather highly Little wonder when one considers how delicious Bears* really is. Onlv 8d an ounce, loose.—(Ad.)

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Auckland Star, Volume LVIII, Issue 88, 14 April 1927, Page 9

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A FORTUNATE ESCAPE. Auckland Star, Volume LVIII, Issue 88, 14 April 1927, Page 9

A FORTUNATE ESCAPE. Auckland Star, Volume LVIII, Issue 88, 14 April 1927, Page 9