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Evening Star, Issue 19615, 22 July 1927, Page 11

The two young girls from town, Eton cropped, wearing riding breeches, and smoking cigarettes, had done nothing for five minutes but toy contemptuously with the simple cosmetics on the country market stall. “Face powder, my dears?” suggested the stallholder, hopefully. “Lipstick? Cigarette case?” But they shook their heads. “ Well, what about a little preparation for.inakiug the. moustache grow?” said the stallkeeper. Unsuccessful Traveller: “It’s no good you getting in a temper with me, sir. I’ll take orders from-no man!” Sales Manager: “Yes, I noticed that while you were travelling for us.” The Visitor: “Well, how is your son getting on with his medical studies?” Proud Mother: “ Very well, thank you. He can already cure very small children.”