Tho perpetually clever man listened solemnly to the tramp’s hard-luck story. “ That's tho same old yarn you told me last week,” he said, winking at his companion. “Maybe it is,” admitted the weary one, as he started on, “ I’d forgotten having met you. 1 was in the penitentiary last week.” Tailor (to Tommy’s mother, who is ordering her boy’s suit); “ Do: you wish the shoulders padded?” Tommy: “No, ma; havo them pad the seat of the pants 1” For chronic chest complaints, Woods’ Great Peppermint Cure, Is 6d, 2s 6d.—[Advt.]
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Evening Star, Issue 14413, 8 July 1910, Page 7
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90Page 7 Advertisements Column 1 Evening Star, Issue 14413, 8 July 1910, Page 7
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