A tourist, standing on the shore of a Scottish loch, called out in a loud voice: " Halloa, there! which of you fellows oan swim ?" All the boatmen at once crowded round him, exclaiming: " I can, sir; I can !" Only one stood apart from the rest. To him the tourist said: " You there, can't yon swim?" "No, sir," "Very good, then ferry me across."
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Page 4 Advertisements Column 1, Evening Star, Issue 7965, 22 July 1889
Page 4 Advertisements Column 1 Evening Star, Issue 7965, 22 July 1889
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