While riding homeward the other day in the Wfii-iti road bus a Tinwruvian overheard a little, dialogue between an Aberdonian and the has conductor. The vehicle pulled up at the VTai-iti road corner to allow a middle-aged man and a girl of tender years to get aboard. Tim Scot-lie—-there was no mistaking his broad accent—approached the conductor. “ Hoo much for me to Highficld?” he inquired. “ Threepence.’’ came the reply. “ And the charge for the wee lassie?” the Aberdonian asked. ‘‘Nothin'.'’ “Ah, weel 1 you can set her doun at High field and I'll walk.” Nearest, and dearest and latest- and best, gweet little stranger asleep on my breast! Others arc dear ones whalecr may befall, But |ho a art nearest and dearest of all! Dreamland awaits you, 0 sweet little guest. While the red sau wanes away in the west Niclii holds no terrors when croup you endure— Mother lias "Woods' PcoiX-rniint Cure. —£Advt..t
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Evening Star, Issue 18050, 18 August 1922, Page 1
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154Page 1 Advertisements Column 6 Evening Star, Issue 18050, 18 August 1922, Page 1
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