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“ What is the next case ? ” asked a Victorian Magistrate. “ Not sending a ehild to Eohool, your Worship.” “Call it on.” The case was duly called, and in response a comely-looking young woman made her i ’ appearance. “ Are you the defendant ? ” “Oh, no; please, sir, I’m the child. i’ “ Why don’t you go to school, then?” demanded the Resident Magistrate sternly, adjusting his glass the while to have a better view of the pretty face. “Please, sir, my husband won't Ist me,” She was actually married, though under fifteen, the school age. Case dismissed.

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Page 2 Advertisements Column 3, Evening Star, Issue 8007, 9 September 1889

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Page 2 Advertisements Column 3 Evening Star, Issue 8007, 9 September 1889