PHILOSOPHY OF A WOMAN.
The people down our road 'ave lost all their pride. Some of 'em 'ave started letting lodgings to coppers. My old man wants to buy a wireless set, so as 'e can listen to the lectures to pass the time away. As I told 'im, 'e forgets Je's got me. I can't understand all this talk about the benefits of insurance. I've been paying my old man's insurance for twenty-five years and ain't got nothing out of it. Mrs. 'lggs ain't very neighborly these days. She won't 'ave a friendly argument about nothing. That Mrs. Binks tried to tell me 'er old man wasn't tight the other night But she couldn't kid me—l saw 'im try to kiss 'er, so 'e must 'ave been. HEROES. Figures of men pass through the shadowed gate, Walking as though uncertain of their fate. Up to the tall house, darkling in the gloom, Stumble these dour, determined sons of doom. Old, bald and stoutish, middle-aged and slim, They knock in turn beneath the doorlamp's glim; Then seem to wish they had the nerve to run . . . The dancing-lesson season has begun.
Johnny: "Mother, I do wish father hadn't invented that new soap!" Mother: "Whatever for, dear?"
Johnny: "Well, when every customer comes in I'm washed as a sample."
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Cromwell Argus, Volume LXI, Issue 3160, 27 April 1931, Page 7
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217PHILOSOPHY OF A WOMAN. Cromwell Argus, Volume LXI, Issue 3160, 27 April 1931, Page 7
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