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Little Freddie was undergoing the disI agreeable operation of having his hair combed jby his mother, and he grumbled at the ■ nvinaaivre. " Why, Freddie," said niamina, I " you ought not to make such a fuss. I don't fuss and cry when my hair is combed." "Yes, n replied the youthful "but ! your hair ain't hitched to your head." I A sheriff who had a writ to serve asecrI taincd that the defendant was dead, and, : tossing the paper over the wall of the cemctery, he made return upon the writ that he I had left the summons at the last known and usual place of abode.

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Evening Star, Issue 6480, 22 December 1883, Page 1 (Supplement)

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Untitled Evening Star, Issue 6480, 22 December 1883, Page 1 (Supplement)

Untitled Evening Star, Issue 6480, 22 December 1883, Page 1 (Supplement)