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Evening Star, Issue 13091, 26 October 1908, Page 3

She (pining for pleasant words): “ Oh, George, I cannot understand it. Why do you lavish this wealth of love on me when there are so many girls more beautiful and more worthy than I?” He (absent-minded): “ I’m blowed if I know.” Station Sergeant: “Are you married?” Prisoner: < “ No, sir. ” Officer: “ Beggin’ yer pardon, sarge, he’s a liar. When we searched him we found in his pockets i clipped recipe for curin’ croup, a sample of silk, an’ two unposted letters in a woman’s bandwritin’ a week old,”