COULDN'T TELL.
' It had always been Sam's ambition to own a fur coat, and after years of saving ho had achieved it. On the first day of its possession, as he was strutting down the street, a friend approached him., "Mo'niu', Sam," the friend remarked. "Pretty col' day, am' she?" Sam lifted his chin haughtily, from the depth of his fur collar. "Ah, really cain't tell 'bout tho weather," he replied carelessly. "Ah, ain't looked at de paper to-day."
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Evening Post, Volume CVI, Issue 68, 29 September 1928, Page 21
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79COULDN'T TELL. Evening Post, Volume CVI, Issue 68, 29 September 1928, Page 21
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