THE SWALLOWER.
Unable Seaman: "When I came round again the surgeon ,'c says to.me, .'l'm blooming sorry, mate, I don't know what I was thinking about,' he says, 'but there's a sponge missinY and I-believe it's inside yer.' 'What's the odds?' I says. 'Let it be.' And there it is to this day." Gullible iOld Gentleman: "Bless my eoul!" ' Unable Seaman: "I don't feel no particular pain from it, but I do get most uncommonly thirsty." *
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Evening Post, Volume CVI, Issue 132, 15 December 1928, Page 21
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76THE SWALLOWER. Evening Post, Volume CVI, Issue 132, 15 December 1928, Page 21
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