VERY MUCH WORSE.
The old lady entered the butcher's sjiop with the light of battle in her eyes. "I believe you sell diseased meat here?" she stormed. "Worse," replied the butcher blandly. "What do you mean by worse?" demanded the astonished patron. "The meat we servo is dead," confided the butcher in a' stage whisper.
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Evening Post, Volume CVI, Issue 68, 29 September 1928, Page 21
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55VERY MUCH WORSE. Evening Post, Volume CVI, Issue 68, 29 September 1928, Page 21
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