"James, my lad," said the grocer to his new assistant, "who bought that mouldy cheese to-day?" "Mrs. Brown, sir," was tho youth's reply "And tho stale loaf wo could not soil last night?" "Mrs. Brown, sir." "Where's that lumn of rancid butter that the baker refused?" "Mrs. Brown bought it cheap, sir," was the answor. "And the six.eirgs we could not cell a week since?" "Mrs. .Brown." "Are you ill, sir?" asked James, as tho grocer turned green and groaned. "No, no; only I'm going to tea. at Brown's to-nipht," replied the unhappy man a-» ho wjpotl Uirt ijiiiwiwt.tie^ Jrtiuj hjj} fe<#;
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Evening Post, Volume CXI, Issue 6, 8 January 1916, Page 12
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102Page 12 Advertisements Column 2 Evening Post, Volume CXI, Issue 6, 8 January 1916, Page 12
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