The sportsman strode into a poulterer's shop and, with the air of a man who meant business, said : "Can you sell me a nice plump pheasant ?" "I'm sorry, I have not a pheasant left, sir," replied the shopman, "but here are some fine sausages that 1 can highly recommend. I'm sure your wife will be delighted with them." "Sausages be blowed," yelled the. sportsman ; "how can I tell my wife I shot sausages ?"
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Cromwell Argus, Volume L, Issue 2649, 24 November 1919, Page 7
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73Page 7 Advertisements Column 1 Cromwell Argus, Volume L, Issue 2649, 24 November 1919, Page 7
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