THE EVENING SUIT.
Henderson's evening suit was rather old-fashioned. His figure was not one which showed clothes to advantage, either.
One evening, as he stood iv the vestibule of a restaurant waiting for his wife, a tall, pompous man came up to him.
"I say, my man, are you the head waiter?" he drawled.' .
What Henderson lacked iv bearing tie made up for in quick thinking. Without hesitation he turned to the other.
"No." he said, "but I'heard him .tell a young fellow to-day that he didn't want to see any more applicants for jobs."
THE VILLAGE FIRE-BRIGADE.
The fire brigade of a small village had turned out in response to a fire call. While they were rushing their hand cart through the village streets an-excited villager dashed up to the chief of the brigade." ''Chief," he. shouted wildly, "another fire has started at the other-end of the village." The officer turned on the man and looked at him fiercely. "Can't help that," he snapped. "They'll have to keep it going until we're finished with this one." -*,
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Evening Post, Volume CX, Issue 11, 12 July 1930, Page 21
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177THE EVENING SUIT. Evening Post, Volume CX, Issue 11, 12 July 1930, Page 21
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