FORCE OF HABIT.
It was pouring with rain, and as the drawing-master had a long way to go to his school he decided that the money for a taxi would be well spent. Unfortunately there was not. a taxi in the station yard, and he had to be content with a cab. "What's that?" he asked the driver just as he was about to enter the vehicle. ; The driver followed the direction of his fare's gaze and pointing finger. "Why," he exclaimed,, on turning round, "that's me 'orse, that is!" . . "Oh, is it?" retorted the drawing-master, who was inclined to be absent-minded. "Well, just you rub it out and draw it again." . . ■
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Evening Post, Volume CVII, Issue 96, 27 April 1929, Page 21
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112FORCE OF HABIT. Evening Post, Volume CVII, Issue 96, 27 April 1929, Page 21
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