A woman called at a studio for a sitting. The photographer made two negatives, and promised proofs for the following clay. The next day her husband called for the proofs, but tho photographer showed him only one. Tho husband said: “My understanding was that there were to be tiro proofs.’* “ I did make two sittings of your wife,” replied the photographer, “ but in one sno held her lips apart and showed the end of her tongue.” “My goodness!” gasped tho husband, “ let me see that one. I didn’t know there was an end to it.” One suoonful of “Camp” Coffee, boiling water, milk and sugar to taste, and you’ve a cup of rich, fragrant, delicious coffee, fit for a king—[Advt,
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Evening Star, Issue 19023, 19 August 1925, Page 9
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120Page 9 Advertisements Column 3 Evening Star, Issue 19023, 19 August 1925, Page 9
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