Johnny looked up from his piny. “ Daddy,” ho asked, “ what is the mother tongue?” “Well, my hoy,” said father, “it is something like pickled tongue, only more vinegary.” Disarmament conferees sometimes remind ns of the little girl learning to walk, on one of Thomas Hardy’s novels, who was constantly confronted by “ insuperable barriers a quarter of au inch High,”-
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Evening Star, Issue 19698, 27 October 1927, Page 9
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59Page 9 Advertisements Column 5 Evening Star, Issue 19698, 27 October 1927, Page 9
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