HOW NOT TO DO IT.
Mr. Jones, who is good-hearted, but very tactless, was recently paying a business visit to another city. While there, he called at the house of an acquaintance.
"I declare," he said, "it drives away my loneliness to drop in here and see a little of your home life—er —ah—not that your homo life is anyUiing' but the—what I mean, of course, is that it makes me hanker still more for my own home—or, rather, Hint—on the principle, you know, that a hair of a dog that bit you—which isn't at all what I mean, to bo sure, but —when- a man is lonely he enjoys the society of almost anybody—and yet that isn't exactly what I—what I was trying to —because, you understand, as the poet says, that home, be it ever so—so humble, you know —which yours isn't—there's no place like one's own—notwithstanding which I've had an exceedingly pleasaut— well, I must bo going. Good-night."
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Evening Post, Volume CVII, Issue 22, 26 January 1929, Page 19
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161HOW NOT TO DO IT. Evening Post, Volume CVII, Issue 22, 26 January 1929, Page 19
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