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Evening Star, Issue 15882, 14 August 1915, Page 9

The chemist was a Scottish one. A poorly-dressed woman had come to' his shop with a prescription to he madtj up. As it was for a baby only 12 months old, the chemist was paying extra attention to weighing out the various drugs. Noticing this, the woman got annoyed with what she thought was meanness. “Aw, mon,” she exclaimed, in disgust, “you needna he sae scrimpet! It’s fur a pair, mitherless bairn.” An A.B. in one of. our battleships had been getting into trouble. Later in the day he met a pal. “ Well,' matey, and what did you get?” .asked the second, eagerly. “Lieutenant reported as I was dirty, and didn’t dean me ’ammick,” said the culprit, blandly. “Captain, ’e says: ■Wash ’is dirty neck, scrub ’is ugly face, an’ cut ’is bloomin’ ’air every quarter of tan hour.’ That’s ali.” '• ;