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Evening Star, Issue 19274, 12 June 1926, Page 9

"When the pedestrian I'cgaincd consciousness lie found himself in the hospital. “ it’s nil right, my man,” said the doctor, soothingly, “yon were knocked down by a motor car, but you will recover all right.” “That’s pood,” said the patient, feebly, “ [ hope it was a Rolls. . . ■ You can recover most from their owners.” A bookmaker was condemned to death, and loft all his fortune to bis old clerk. The legatee stood outside the prison on the fatal morning, waiting for the dread news of the execution. A friend asked him for the loan of a fiver from his now wealth. “Not a blinkin’ farthing,” replied the clerk, “till wo get the all right.”-