PLENTY OF TIME.
The slow train had fully justified many forcible adjectives applied by the passengers. Finally it came to a grinding halt between two stations, and alongside several trucks containing bricks, whereupon one of the passengers descended to the line, and slowly stretched himself. "Hi!" shouted the guard', "you can't get out here; there's no station." ; "All right, mister," came the reply. "I'm a bricklayer, and what's the matter with building one while" we're waiting?" ■ . ■ .
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Evening Post, Volume CVI, Issue 56, 15 September 1928, Page 21
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76PLENTY OF TIME. Evening Post, Volume CVI, Issue 56, 15 September 1928, Page 21
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