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The man in evening clothes stood on the pavement outside his club looking for a taxi. Not seeing one, lie ealled to a small boy who was pushing his homemade barrow along the gutter. “I say. my lad,” he said, "just run up to the top of the street and fetch me a taxi.’’ The hoy looked al him. •.‘Not likely," he said, indignantly. “I knows your sort. As soon as my back's turned you'll nip off with my barrow."

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Dominion, Volume 33, Issue 87, 6 January 1940, Page 5

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Untitled Dominion, Volume 33, Issue 87, 6 January 1940, Page 5

Untitled Dominion, Volume 33, Issue 87, 6 January 1940, Page 5