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Evening Star, Issue 19773, 25 January 1928, Page 5

The Customs House officer sat _in the parlor of his snug home, awaiting news of the important event that was taking place in the next room. Suddenly a nurse burst into the room bearing in her arms a small bundle. _ “It’s a boy,” she said, “and everything has gone splendidly.” “Oh, has it?” replied the officer, absent-mindedly. Then in stern tones he addressed the bundle; “ Have you any wines, spirits, perfumes, tobacco, silk, opera glasses, watches I>l1 >l