FATHERS NARROW ESCAPE.
A mother whose little boy always suffers from car-sickness found it necessary to take him with her while shopping the other day, and as the distance was rather far to walk she decided to risk taking him on the car. All huddled up in a corner he sat, and his face kept growing paler and paler, while all the while his eyes seemed fastened with a hard, glassy stare on the car wall opposite him. " I think we'd better get off for a little while," said his mother, watching him. Out in the air the little fellow felt better, and with a voice quivering from earnestness, he said : " Muwer, did you see that sign in the car? 'That one that said £5 fine if you spit on the floor? Now, what do you think it would cost my poor papa if I had vomited ?"
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Evening Star, Issue 13145, 29 December 1908, Page 3
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147FATHERS NARROW ESCAPE. Evening Star, Issue 13145, 29 December 1908, Page 3
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