A raw recruit, on healing that the encmv was onlv two miles away, took to his heels and bolted for the first ditch. One of the sergeants, on hearing Ibis, determined to rout him out t so. going to the ditch, he peered below. There lay Smith. Hat on his stomach: not a sound. “ Smith !” Xo answer. “ Smith, come out of that!” roared the enraged sergeant. Then, from the uttermost depths, came the reply: “I will not; I was here first.” “ I suppose you talk dialect to amuse the summer hoarders?” “I used to.” answered Farmer Haw, “but not now. T call the farmhouse a bungalow in this year’s prospectus, and everything will be on a high-brew plane.”
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Evening Star, Issue 14529, 3 December 1910, Page 5
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118Page 5 Advertisements Column 4 Evening Star, Issue 14529, 3 December 1910, Page 5
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