“ Where’s your father, boy?” asked the gentlemanly Agent. “Sweeping the horizon.” replied the astronomer’s son. “And your mother, where is she?” “She’s out sweepin’ the garden.” Many motorists complain that it is hard to get the .tends clean after Hvo iking with their car. ”-Klean-Itt,” the magic paste cleaner, will ‘•cmove every trace of grease ,and dirt, am leaves the hands soft and dean. It’s ffauderful. A big tin for la.— [Advt.] /
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Evening Star, Issue 16626, 8 January 1918, Page 4
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72Page 4 Advertisements Column 2 Evening Star, Issue 16626, 8 January 1918, Page 4
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