Small Son : “ I know what I'll be when I grow up. I’m going to be a groat inventor.'’ Papa; “ That’s encouraging, ceriainly. What makes you think you have inventive genius?” Small Son; “ Why, 1 wauled to take a screw out, and I couldn’t find any screwdriver, so I unscrewed "ft with your razor.”
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Evening Star, Issue 16845, 21 September 1918, Page 2
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53Page 2 Advertisements Column 2 Evening Star, Issue 16845, 21 September 1918, Page 2
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