Thmicrh tl'O oy'pc'wics of l»?s profossion obliged Horace FTamfat _to lie dean-simvm when he was acting, it was his del mill to "row a moustache when lie was out of n job. This little foible was also the deli,"lit of his loving: friends. One day ho was accosted by a fellow-mummer with the exclamation: “What ho, Horace, old hoy 1 Yon don’t mean to say you’ve been out of work all that lone; moustache I” A policeman’s lot is not a. happy ono when “ Camp ” Coffee is oft'. It is so wanning on cold nights.—[Adwt.]
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Evening Star, Issue 19044, 12 September 1925, Page 22
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95Page 22 Advertisements Column 3 Evening Star, Issue 19044, 12 September 1925, Page 22
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