Figg: “My hair comes out in handfuls. If it keeps on. I’ll soon bo bald." Fogg: “ Nonsense! If it keeps on, you can never he bald." "Clever? Oh, very! Why, she has brains enough' for two,” he said. ‘'Then she’s just the girl you ought to marry,” replied the caustic maid.
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Page 1 Advertisements Column 5, Evening Star, Issue 15630, 22 October 1914
Page 1 Advertisements Column 5 Evening Star, Issue 15630, 22 October 1914
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