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Evening Star, Issue 19326, 12 August 1926, Page 2

Sandy MTavish was strolling along the (banks of the river, when he came 'across an English visitor fishing. “Man,” said Bandy, “ ye'll no catch ony fish there. Ye’ll jhao tao gang further up till ye come tae a guid place.” “Ah,” said the visitor, “hut bow frill I know when I come to a good place?” “Hoots, man,” said Sandy, "ye tan easy toll a guid place by the number o’ empty bottles lyin’ aboot.” No wonder the housewife grows so enthusiastic over “ Camp ” Coffee and Chicory Essence! Boiling water, a bottle of “ Camp,” and she can nave the most delicious, invigorating coifce in half a miauta.—[Advt.]