Father: “I’ll tell you a young fellow I wish you would grow to like—young Wiglev—he’ll make a noise in the woiid just when you least look for it.” Daughter: “You’ve sized him up all right, dad; I heard him eating soup in a restaurant the other chty. w
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Page 3 Advertisements Column 1, Evening Star, Issue 15673, 11 December 1914
Page 3 Advertisements Column 1 Evening Star, Issue 15673, 11 December 1914
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