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, The waiter was making out the bill for a customer. “Did you have oxtail or pea soup, sir?” “I don’t know,” said the diner; “It tasted like soap to me.” “Ah—that’s it, sir,” answered the waiter, writing hastily; “that would bo the pea soup. The oxtail tastes like paraffin.” Judge: “Why did you strike that man?” Pat: “He said me w r oife is the ugliest woman in town.” “Why, you’re not even married.” “I know, but I was fightvu’ lor the princip'e of tk>

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Evening Star, Issue 19795, 20 February 1928, Page 7

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Page 7 Advertisements Column 1 Evening Star, Issue 19795, 20 February 1928, Page 7

Page 7 Advertisements Column 1 Evening Star, Issue 19795, 20 February 1928, Page 7