HE MIGHT IMPROVE. Tba youth had just left college, and his ambition, like his collar, ym high. He was discussing -with, his parents which of the professions stood most iu need of his genius. The father’s idea of his son's ability was distinctly a poor one, i think,” said the old man, “ that you bad better adorn one of the stools in my office.” The young man drew himself up, and the high coijar grew tight as he strove to swallow his righteous a-ngor. Folding his arms, he asked: “Is thy servant a dog!” “ No; but you’ll grow!” oamo the crushing response. Mothers! protect your little ones from colds and coughs. Give them ‘‘ NAZOL ” on sugar. Sprinkle baby's pillo'"- Safe and pleasant.—[Advt.]
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Evening Star, Issue 17644, 25 April 1921, Page 7
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122Page 7 Advertisements Column 4 Evening Star, Issue 17644, 25 April 1921, Page 7
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