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Evening Star, Issue 18852, 29 January 1925, Page 6

Deepite all promises, little Ethel continued crying bitterly. Her father saidi “\ow, don’t you cry; wo will soon havo your little dog home a,gain. I am going to advertise in the newspapers for him.” But Ethel, through her tears, replied; “Tlwts no good, daddy. He can’t read!' Two Irishmen rented a room in an eight-story hotel on the top floor, and could not sleep on Sunday morning, as the sun would shine in the windows and wake them up. They bought some black paint and painted the windows and lay down to sleep. When they awoke they realised they would bo late for work, as it was 7.15 o’clock. They rushed to them jobs, and the foreman looked at them in bewilderment. Fat sa >'B = “Faith, and what’s the matter, boss? We’re only twenty minutes late I” The Foreman: “ Twenty minutes, the divil! Where were yon Monday and Tuesday?’’ “Crack” performers everywhere are winning on pre-war quality “Big Tr»e ’ .Motor Spirit—fAdvt.] I