Archaeologists have unearthed a kitchen sink more than 3,000 years old. Prom beneath a pile of dishes presumably. The grocer’s daughter went to a masquerade ball and jnet her father there. “Hullo, dadl” she said. “How do you like my costume? I’m a salad.” “It’s nice, my dear,” replied her father. “But haven’t you forgotten the dressing? ”
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Evening Star, Issue 19774, 26 January 1928, Page 6
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57Page 6 Advertisements Column 2 Evening Star, Issue 19774, 26 January 1928, Page 6
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