AN OLD BOOTS STORY
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1 am an old boot-now, lying on the ettelf. Once my brother and I were new, hanging in the bootmaker's shop ■window. Not long after we were hung there, a lady came and bought us. We were taken to a. nice clean house, •where they put us in the boot-box. There were many other pairs o£ boots, but none so shiny as we. One day a man came to the bootbox, and he picked us up. He put us on and said we -were tight; but he ■wore us to work,, and kept grumbling about our tightness. "When the man got home from work he went out to a social, and he took a short-cut through a paddock which had a big bog. As he was going across, my brother got caught and came off the man's foot, and as it was dark he could not find my brother. The man then went home. He pulled me off and threw me on the shelf in disgust. He never touched me after that. "CHERRY SWEET" (10). Johnsonville.
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Evening Post, Volume CXIII, Issue 1, 2 January 1932, Page 16
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181AN OLD BOOTS STORY Evening Post, Volume CXIII, Issue 1, 2 January 1932, Page 16
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